The Lamb can be getting rid of his whooping-cough all the morning, and we can look about; and if the savages on this island are cannibals, we'll hook it, and take her back.
And if not, we'll LEAVE HER HERE.' 'Is that being kind to servants and animals, like the clergyman said ?' asked Jane.
'Nor she isn't kind,' retorted Cyril.
'Well--anyway,' said Anthea, 'the safest thing is to leave the carpet there with her sitting on it.

Perhaps it'll be a lesson to her, and anyway, if she thinks it's a dream it won't matter what she says when she gets home.' So the extra coats and hats and mufflers were piled on the carpet.

Cyril shouldered the well and happy Lamb, the Phoenix perched on Robert's wrist, and 'the party of explorers prepared to enter the interior'.
The grassy slope was smooth, but under the trees there were tangled creepers with bright, strange-shaped flowers, and it was not easy to walk.
'We ought to have an explorer's axe,' said Robert.

'I shall ask father to give me one for Christmas.' There were curtains of creepers with scented blossoms hanging from the trees, and brilliant birds darted about quite close to their faces.
'Now, tell me honestly,' said the Phoenix, 'are there any birds here handsomer than I am?
Don't be afraid of hurting my feelings--I'm a modest bird, I hope.' 'Not one of them,' said Robert, with conviction, 'is a patch upon you!' 'I was never a vain bird,' said the Phoenix, 'but I own that you confirm my own impression.

I will take a flight.' It circled in the air for a moment, and, returning to Robert's wrist, went on, 'There is a path to the left.' And there was.