'Is there such a thing as a musk-cow ?' she added anxiously, as the carpet shrivelled and vanished.
'I do hope not.

Perhaps really it WOULD have been wiser to let the carpet take the cats away.

It's getting quite late, and we can't keep them all night.' 'Oh, can't we ?' was the bitter rejoinder of Robert, who had been fastening the side door.

'You might have consulted me,' he went on.

'I'm not such an idiot as some people.' 'Why, whatever--' 'Don't you see?
We've jolly well GOT to keep the cats all night--oh, get down, you furry beasts!--because we've had three wishes out of the old carpet now, and we can't get any more till to-morrow.' The liveliness of Persian mews alone prevented the occurrence of a dismal silence.
Anthea spoke first.
'Never mind,' she said.