'Of course! And you might have flown away at any time.

And yet you stuck to us.

I say, you know, that was jolly decent of you.' 'Not at all,' said the parrot with conscious modesty.
'But it was,' Philip insisted.

'You might have---- hullo!' cried Philip.
The bucket came down again with a horrible rush.

They held their breaths and looked to see the form of Lucy hurtling through the air.