And the Phoenix might help.
'It always has helped,' Robert said; 'it got us out of the tower, and even when it made the fire in the theatre it got us out all right.

I'm certain it will manage somehow.' Mother's bell rang again.
'Oh, Eliza's never answered it,' cried Anthea; 'she never does.

Oh, I must go.' And she went.
Her heart beat bumpingly as she climbed the stairs.

Mother would be certain to notice her eyes--well, her hand would account for that.

But the Lamb-- 'No, I must NOT think of the Lamb, she said to herself, and bit her tongue till her eyes watered again, so as to give herself something else to think of.