She woke several times in the night, and at last decided that she would ask the Phoenix to let her tell her mother all about it.

But there was no opportunity to do this next day, because the Phoenix, as usual, had gone to sleep in some out-of-the-way spot, after asking, as a special favour, not to be disturbed for twenty-four hours.
The Lamb never whooping-coughed once all that Sunday, and mother and father said what good medicine it was that the doctor had given him.

But the children knew that it was the southern shore where you can't have whooping-cough that had cured him.

The Lamb babbled of coloured sand and water, but no one took any notice of that.

He often talked of things that hadn't happened.
It was on Monday morning, very early indeed, that Anthea woke and suddenly made up her mind.