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'I don't think they ought to have gone without leave,' said Anthea, 'however many relations they have, or however old they are; but Isuppose we ought to wash up.'

'It's not our business about the leave,' said Cyril, firmly, 'but I simply won't wash up for them.We got it, and we'll clear it away; and then we'll go somewhere on the carpet.It's not often we get a chance of being out all night.We can go right away to the other side of the equator, to the tropical climes, and see the sun rise over the great Pacific Ocean.'

'Right you are,' said Robert.'I always did want to see the Southern Cross and the stars as big as gas-lamps.'

'DON'T go,' said Anthea, very earnestly, 'because I COULDN'T.I'm SURE mother wouldn't like us to leave the house and I should hate to be left here alone.'

'I'd stay with you,' said Jane loyally.

'I know you would,' said Anthea gratefully, 'but even with you I'd much rather not.'

'Well,' said Cyril, trying to be kind and amiable, 'I don't want you to do anything you think's wrong, BUT--'

He was silent; this silence said many things.

'I don't see,' Robert was beginning, when Anthea interrupted--'I'm quite sure.Sometimes you just think a thing's wrong, and sometimes you KNOW.And this is a KNOW time.'

The Phoenix turned kind golden eyes on her and opened a friendly beak to say--'When it is, as you say, a "know time", there is no more to be said.And your noble brothers would never leave you.'

'Of course not,' said Cyril rather quickly.And Robert said so too.

'I myself,' the Phoenix went on, 'am willing to help in any way possible.I will go personally--either by carpet or on the wing--and fetch you anything you can think of to amuse you during the evening.In order to waste no time I could go while you wash up.--Why,' it went on in a musing voice, 'does one wash up teacups and wash down the stairs?'

'You couldn't wash stairs up, you know,' said Anthea, 'unless you began at the bottom and went up feet first as you washed.I wish cook would try that way for a change.'

'I don't,' said Cyril, briefly.'I should hate the look of her elastic-side boots sticking up.'

'This is mere trifling,' said the Phoenix.'Come, decide what Ishall fetch for you.I can get you anything you like.'

But of course they couldn't decide.Many things were suggested--a rocking-horse, jewelled chessmen, an elephant, a bicycle, a motor-car, books with pictures, musical instruments, and many other things.But a musical instrument is agreeable only to the player, unless he has learned to play it really well; books are not sociable, bicycles cannot be ridden without going out of doors, and the same is true of motor-cars and elephants.Only two people can play chess at once with one set of chessmen (and anyway it's very much too much like lessons for a game), and only one can ride on a rocking-horse.Suddenly, in the midst of the discussion, the Phoenix spread its wings and fluttered to the floor, and from there it spoke.

'I gather,' it said, 'from the carpet, that it wants you to let it go to its old home, where it was born and brought up, and it will return within the hour laden with a number of the most beautiful and delightful products of its native land.'

'What IS its native land?'

'I didn't gather.But since you can't agree, and time is passing, and the tea-things are not washed down--I mean washed up--'

'I votes we do,' said Robert.'It'll stop all this jaw, anyway.

And it's not bad to have surprises.Perhaps it's a Turkey carpet, and it might bring us Turkish delight.'

'Or a Turkish patrol,' said Robert.

'Or a Turkish bath,' said Anthea.

'Or a Turkish towel,' said Jane.

'Nonsense,' Robert urged, 'it said beautiful and delightful, and towels and baths aren't THAT, however good they may be for you.

Let it go.I suppose it won't give us the slip,' he added, pushing back his chair and standing up.

'Hush!' said the Phoenix; 'how can you? Don't trample on its feelings just because it's only a carpet.'

'But how can it do it--unless one of us is on it to do the wishing?' asked Robert.He spoke with a rising hope that it MIGHTbe necessary for one to go and why not Robert? But the Phoenix quickly threw cold water on his new-born dream.

'Why, you just write your wish on a paper, and pin it on the carpet.'

So a leaf was torn from Anthea's arithmetic book, and on it Cyril wrote in large round-hand the following:

We wish you to go to your dear native home, and bring back the most beautiful and delightful productions of it you can--and not to be gone long, please.

(Signed) CYRIL.

ROBERT.

ANTHEA.

JANE.

Then the paper was laid on the carpet.

'Writing down, please,' said the Phoenix; 'the carpet can't read a paper whose back is turned to it, any more than you can.'

It was pinned fast, and the table and chairs having been moved, the carpet simply and suddenly vanished, rather like a patch of water on a hearth under a fierce fire.The edges got smaller and smaller, and then it disappeared from sight.

'It may take it some time to collect the beautiful and delightful things,' said the Phoenix.'I should wash up--I mean wash down.'

So they did.There was plenty of hot water left in the kettle, and every one helped--even the Phoenix, who took up cups by their handles with its clever claws and dipped them in the hot water, and then stood them on the table ready for Anthea to dry them.But the bird was rather slow, because, as it said, though it was not above any sort of honest work, messing about with dish-water was not exactly what it had been brought up to.Everything was nicely washed up, and dried, and put in its proper place, and the dish-cloth washed and hung on the edge of the copper to dry, and the tea-cloth was hung on the line that goes across the scullery.