"Why ?" "Well, I just wondered.

There's a noise like a thousand mad gramophones playing backwards, coming from there." Sarah Brown's misgivings returned like a clap of thunder.

She rushed back to the Shop.
The lantern was standing in the middle of the floor, its glass was shattered, and out of each of its eight panels streamed a great flame six or seven feet high, like the petal of an enormous flower.

Facing these flames stood Miss Ford and Mr.Tovey, hand in hand, each singing a different song very earnestly.

Lady Arabel had found somewhere a patent fire extinguisher, and was putting on her glasses in order to read the directions.