But the carpet--look at the bare worn patches, look at the great rent at yonder corner.

The carpet has been your faithful friend--your willing servant.

How have you requited its devoted service ?' 'Dear Phoenix,' Anthea urged, 'don't talk in that horrid lecturing tone.
You make me feel as if I'd done something wrong.

And really it is a wishing carpet, and we haven't done anything else to it--only wishes.' 'Only wishes,' repeated the Phoenix, ruffling its neck feathers angrily, 'and what sort of wishes?
Wishing people to be in a good temper, for instance.

What carpet did you ever hear of that had such a wish asked of it?
But this noble fabric, on which you trample so recklessly' (every one removed its boots from the carpet and stood on the linoleum), 'this carpet never flinched.