Zoe could come in and out through the little doorway leading to the kitchen.

However, the electric bell rang more lustily than ever.

Every five minutes a clear, lively little ting-ting recurred as regularly as if it had been produced by some well-adjusted piece of mechanism.

And Nana counted these rings to while the time away withal.

But suddenly she remembered something.
"I say, where are my burnt almonds ?" Francis, too, was forgetting about the burnt almonds.