I say,' he called through the half-open door to the girls; 'talk about adventures and things happening.

We ought to be able to get some fun out of a magic carpet AND a Phoenix.' 'Rather,' said the girls, in bed.
'Children,' said father, on the stairs, 'go to sleep at once.

What do you mean by talking at this time of night ?' No answer was expected to this question, but under the bedclothes Cyril murmured one.
'Mean ?' he said.

'Don't know what we mean.

I don't know what anything means.' 'But we've got a magic carpet AND a Phoenix,' said Robert.
'You'll get something else if father comes in and catches you,' said Cyril.