Come along.
_One_, two, three, four, five, six, sev'n; _one_, two, three, four, five--" And the next moment the two were improvising a farcical duet that in its way was a masterpiece of ingenious musicianship.

Thence they passed on to more serious music until finally Sandy was persuaded to produce his violin--he had two, one of which, as he was wont to remark, "lodged" at Mallow.

With the help of Penelope and Ralph Fenton, the afternoon was whiled away until a low-toned gong, reverberating through the house was a warning that it was time to dress for dinner, brought the impromptu concert to an abrupt end..