'Let's chuck it and go to the North Pole, or somewhere really interesting.' 'No,' said the girls together, 'there must be SOME way.' 'Wait a sec,' Anthea added.

'I've got an idea coming.

Don't speak.' There was a silence as she paused with the darning-needle in the air! Suddenly she spoke: 'I see.

Let's tell the carpet to take us somewhere where we can get the money for mother's present, and--and--and get it some way that she'll believe in and not think wrong.' 'Well, I must say you are learning the way to get the most out of the carpet,' said Cyril.

He spoke more heartily and kindly than usual, because he remembered how Anthea had refrained from snarking him about tearing the carpet.
'Yes,' said the Phoenix, 'you certainly are.