I can't tell you how weary I got of it--such a restless existence; no repose.' 'But how did your egg get HERE ?' asked Anthea.
'Ah, that's my life-secret,' said the Phoenix.

'I couldn't tell it to any one who wasn't really sympathetic.

I've always been a misunderstood bird.

You can tell that by what they say about the worm.

I might tell YOU,' it went on, looking at Robert with eyes that were indeed starry.
'You put me on the fire--' Robert looked uncomfortable.
'The rest of us made the fire of sweet-scented woods and gums, though,' said Cyril.
'And--and it was an accident my putting you on the fire,' said Robert, telling the truth with some difficulty, for he did not know how the Phoenix might take it.