The latch of this portal is too stiff for my beak.
But at the side--the little window above the shelf whereon your bread lies--it is not fastened.' 'Righto!' said Cyril.
And Anthea added, 'I wish you'd meet us there, dear Phoenix.' The children crept round to the pantry window.

It is at the side of the house, and there is a green gate labelled 'Tradesmen's Entrance', which is always kept bolted.

But if you get one foot on the fence between you and next door, and one on the handle of the gate, you are over before you know where you are.

This, at least, was the experience of Cyril and Robert, and even, if the truth must be told, of Anthea and Jane.

So in almost no time all four were in the narrow gravelled passage that runs between that house and the next.
Then Robert made a back, and Cyril hoisted himself up and got his knicker-bockered knee on the concrete window-sill.