'We'll give it tea-leaves next time.

Carpets like tea-leaves.' Then every one put on its out-door things, because as Cyril said, they didn't know where they might be going, and it makes people stare if you go out of doors in November in pinafores and without hats.
Then Robert gently awoke the Phoenix, who yawned and stretched itself, and allowed Robert to lift it on to the middle of the carpet, where it instantly went to sleep again with its crested head tucked under its golden wing as before.

Then every one sat down on the carpet.
'Where shall we go ?' was of course the question, and it was warmly discussed.

Anthea wanted to go to Japan.

Robert and Cyril voted for America, and Jane wished to go to the seaside.
'Because there are donkeys there,' said she.
'Not in November, silly,' said Cyril; and the discussion got warmer and warmer, and still nothing was settled.
'I vote we let the Phoenix decide,' said Robert, at last.