'I've looked everywhere for you.' 'Not EVERYWHERE,' replied the bird, 'because you did not look in the place where I was.

Confess that that hallowed spot was overlooked by you.' 'WHAT hallowed spot ?' asked Cyril, a little impatiently, for time was hastening on, and the wishing carpet still idle.
'The spot,' said the Phoenix, 'which I hallowed by my golden presence was the Lutron.' 'The WHAT ?' 'The bath--the place of washing.' 'I'm sure you weren't,' said Jane.

'I looked there three times and moved all the towels.' 'I was concealed,' said the Phoenix, 'on the summit of a metal column--enchanted, I should judge, for it felt warm to my golden toes, as though the glorious sun of the desert shone ever upon it.' 'Oh, you mean the cylinder,' said Cyril: 'it HAS rather a comforting feel, this weather.

And now where shall we go ?' And then, of course, the usual discussion broke out as to where they should go and what they should do.

And naturally, every one wanted to do something that the others did not care about.
'I am the eldest,' Cyril remarked, 'let's go to the North Pole.' 'This weather! Likely!' Robert rejoined.