"Hullo! come on, you fellows!" came a voice from the side of the garden. It was a toad. He he cried cheerfully on catching sight of them.
"You're just in time to come with me for a jolly—to come for a jolly—for a—er—jolly—"
The toad, arrayed in goggles, cap, gaiters, and enormous overcoat, came swaggering down the small garden steps from the hill above, drawing on his gauntleted gloves.
His hearty accents faltered and fell away as he noticed that Sara was at the table, and his invitation remained unfinished.