She ordered a pair of turkeys, a large plum-pudding, cheese-cakes, and almonds and raisins.
Cook told her to go along, do.

And she might as well not have ordered anything, for when lunch came it was just hashed mutton and semolina pudding, and cook had forgotten the sippets for the mutton hash and the semolina pudding was burnt.
When Anthea rejoined the others she found them all plunged in the gloom where she was herself.

For every one knew that the days of the carpet were now numbered.

Indeed, so worn was it that you could almost have numbered its threads.
So that now, after nearly a month of magic happenings, the time was at hand when life would have to go on in the dull, ordinary way and Jane, Robert, Anthea, and Cyril would be just in the same position as the other children who live in Camden Town, the children whom these four had so often pitied, and perhaps a little despised.
'We shall be just like them,' Cyril said.
'Except,' said Robert, 'that we shall have more things to remember and be sorry we haven't got.' 'Mother's going to send away the carpet as soon as she's well enough to see about that coconut matting.

Fancy us with coconut-matting--us! And we've walked under live coconut-trees on the island where you can't have whooping-cough.' 'Pretty island,' said the Lamb; 'paint-box sands and sea all shiny sparkly.' His brothers and sisters had often wondered whether he remembered that island.