But the children never would.
The Sunday ended in gloom, which even junket for supper in the blue Dresden bowl could hardly lighten at all.

Next day the Lamb's cough was worse.

It certainly seemed very whoopy, and the doctor came in his brougham carriage.
Every one tried to bear up under the weight of the sorrow which it was to know that the wishing carpet was locked up and the Phoenix mislaid.

A good deal of time was spent in looking for the Phoenix.
'It's a bird of its word,' said Anthea.

'I'm sure it's not deserted us.
But you know it had a most awfully long fly from wherever it was to near Rochester and back, and I expect the poor thing's feeling tired out and wants rest.