Priez pour nous.' It was a sad little place, very neglected and lonely, and yet it was nice, Anthea thought, that poor travellers should come to this little rest-house in the hurry and worry of their journeyings and be quiet for a few minutes, and think about being good.

The thought of St Jean de Luz--who had, no doubt, in his time, been very good and kind--made Anthea want more than ever to do something kind and good.
'Tell us,' she said to the Phoenix, 'what is the good and kind action the carpet brought us here to do ?' 'I think it would be kind to find the owners of the treasure and tell them about it,' said Cyril.
'And give it them ALL ?' said Jane.
'Yes.

But whose is it ?' 'I should go to the first house and ask the name of the owner of the castle,' said the golden bird, and really the idea seemed a good one.
They dusted each other as well as they could and went down the road.

A little way on they found a tiny spring, bubbling out of the hillside and falling into a rough stone basin surrounded by draggled hart's-tongue ferns, now hardly green at all.

Here the children washed their hands and faces and dried them on their pocket-handkerchiefs, which always, on these occasions, seem unnaturally small.