Oh, Squirrel, I wish we had.

Let's go NOW.' 'Shut up,' said her brother, briefly.

'There's some one rattling the latch inside.' Every one listened with all its ears, and every one stood back as far from the door as the steps would allow.
The latch rattled, and clicked.

Then the flap of the letter-box lifted itself--every one saw it by the flickering light of the gas-lamp that shone through the leafless lime-tree by the gate--a golden eye seemed to wink at them through the letter-slit, and a cautious beak whispered-- 'Are you alone ?' 'It's the Phoenix,' said every one, in a voice so joyous, and so full of relief, as to be a sort of whispered shout.
'Hush!' said the voice from the letter-box slit.

'Your slaves have gone a-merry-making.