I never did!' 'Look here,' said Cyril, 'it isn't a dream; it's real.' 'Ho yes!' said the cook; 'they always says that in dreams.' 'It's REAL, I tell you,' Robert said, stamping his foot.

'I'm not going to tell you how it's done, because that's our secret.' He winked heavily at each of the others in turn.

'But you wouldn't go away and make that pudding, so we HAD to bring you, and I hope you like it.' 'I do that, and no mistake,' said the cook unexpectedly; 'and it being a dream it don't matter what I say; and I WILL say, if it's my last word, that of all the aggravating little varmints--' 'Calm yourself, my good woman,' said the Phoenix.
'Good woman, indeed,' said the cook; 'good woman yourself' Then she saw who it was that had spoken.

'Well, if I ever,' said she; 'this is something like a dream! Yellow fowls a-talking and all! I've heard of such, but never did I think to see the day.' 'Well, then,' said Cyril, impatiently, 'sit here and see the day now.
It's a jolly fine day.

Here, you others--a council!' They walked along the shore till they were out of earshot of the cook, who still sat gazing about her with a happy, dreamy, vacant smile.
'Look here,' said Cyril, 'we must roll the carpet up and hide it, so that we can get at it at any moment.