You'd get too balloony.' The Phoenix yawned.
'Look here,' said Anthea; 'I really have an idea.

This isn't like a common carpet.

It's very magic indeed.

Don't you think, if we put Tatcho on it, and then gave it a rest, the magic part of it might grow, like hair is supposed to do ?' 'It might,' said Robert; 'but I should think paraffin would do as well--at any rate as far as the smell goes, and that seems to be the great thing about Tatcho.' But with all its faults Anthea's idea was something to do, and they did it.
It was Cyril who fetched the Tatcho bottle from father's washhand-stand.
But the bottle had not much in it.
'We mustn't take it all,' Jane said, 'in case father's hair began to come off suddenly.

If he hadn't anything to put on it, it might all drop off before Eliza had time to get round to the chemist's for another bottle.