At least, not everything, for though the carpet was there it was invisible, because it was completely covered by the hundred and ninety-nine beautiful objects which it had brought from its birthplace.
'My hat!' Cyril remarked.

'I never thought about its being a PERSIAN carpet.' Yet it was now plain that it was so, for the beautiful objects which it had brought back were cats--Persian cats, grey Persian cats, and there were, as I have said, 199 of them, and they were sitting on the carpet as close as they could get to each other.

But the moment the children entered the room the cats rose and stretched, and spread and overflowed from the carpet to the floor, and in an instant the floor was a sea of moving, mewing pussishness, and the children with one accord climbed to the table, and gathered up their legs, and the people next door knocked on the wall--and, indeed, no wonder, for the mews were Persian and piercing.
'This is pretty poor sport,' said Cyril.

'What's the matter with the bounders ?' 'I imagine that they are hungry,' said the Phoenix.

'If you were to feed them--' 'We haven't anything to feed them with,' said Anthea in despair, and she stroked the nearest Persian back.