One can't take the chances of life when one gets them.

If only I could come with you to the Painted Hall and give you lunch at the "Ship" afterwards! But, alas! it may not be.' The uncle felt in his pocket.
'_I_ mustn't enjoy myself,' he said, 'but that's no reason why you shouldn't.

Here, divide this by four, and the product ought to give you some desired result.

Take care of yourselves.

Adieu.' And waving a cheery farewell with his neat umbrella, the good and high-hatted uncle passed away, leaving Cyril and Anthea to exchange eloquent glances over the shining golden sovereign that lay in Cyril's hand.
'Well!' said Anthea.
'Well!' said Cyril.
'Well!' said the Phoenix.
'Good old carpet!' said Cyril, joyously.
'It WAS clever of it--so adequate and yet so simple,' said the Phoenix, with calm approval.
'Oh, come on home and let's mend the carpet.