Sir Harry stepped to the window and flung up the sash.

"Out you tumble, youngsters--you too, Miss, if you like.
Pick up your coat, George--cut and run to the stables; I'll be round in a minute--quick, out you go!" The children scrambled over the sill and dropped on to the stone terrace.

As his father closed the sash behind him, George Vyell laughed out.

Then Taffy began to laugh; he laughed all the way as they ran.

When they reached the stables he was swaying with laughter.