'I KNEW the proper way to darn, and I didn't do it.

It's all my fault.

Let's go home and patch the carpet with your Etons--something really strong--and send it to fetch them.' 'All right,' said Cyril; 'but your Sunday jacket is stronger than my Etons.

We must just chuck mother's present, that's all.

I wish--' 'Stop!' cried the Phoenix; 'the carpet is dropping to earth.' And indeed it was.
It sank swiftly, yet steadily, and landed on the pavement of the Deptford Road.