Then the Phoenix fluttered to the middle of the mantelpiece and stood there, looking more golden than ever.

Then every one in the house and the office came in--from the cashier to the women who cooked the clerks' dinners in the beautiful kitchen at the top of the house.

And every one bowed to the Phoenix and then sat down in a chair.
'Gentlemen,' said the nicest gentleman, 'we have met here today--' The Phoenix was turning its golden beak from side to side.
'I don't notice any incense,' it said, with an injured sniff.

A hurried consultation ended in plates being fetched from the kitchen.

Brown sugar, sealing-wax, and tobacco were placed on these, and something from a square bottle was poured over it all.