And they washed their faces and hands in silver basins.

Then Cyril made a very polite farewell speech, and quite suddenly he ended with the words-- 'And I wish we were at the bazaar at our schools.' And of course they were.

And the queen and her ladies were left with their mouths open, gazing at the bare space on the inlaid marble floor where the carpet and the children had been.
'That is magic, if ever magic was!' said the queen, delighted with the incident; which, indeed, has given the ladies of that court something to talk about on wet days ever since.
Cyril's stories had taken some time, so had the meal of strange sweet foods that they had had while the little pretty things were being bought, and the gas in the schoolroom was already lighted.

Outside, the winter dusk was stealing down among the Camden Town houses.
'I'm glad we got washed in India,' said Cyril.

'We should have been awfully late if we'd had to go home and scrub.' 'Besides,' Robert said, 'it's much warmer washing in India.