It was a livery vehicle and the driver having just put down at their homes a party of pleasure-seekers was on his way back to his stable.

He agreed with Livingstone to take him to his destination and wait for him, and Livingstone, giving him a number, sprang in and ordered him to drive rapidly.
The sleigh stopped in front of a little house, in a narrow street filled with little houses, and Livingstone getting out mounted the small flight of steps.

Inside, pandemonium seemed to have broken loose somewhere up-stairs, such running and shouting and shrieks of joyous laughter Livingstone heard.

Then, as he could not find the bell, Livingstone knocked.
At the sound the noise suddenly ceased, but the next moment it burst forth again louder than before.

This time the shouts came rolling down the stairs and towards the door, with a scamper of little feet and shrieks of childish delight.