'So we may just as well try to behave,' it said.
The lamps had certainly behaved, and behaved beautifully; through the wild air of the fall, the wild splash as the _Lightning Loose_ struck the stream below, the lamps had shone on, seemingly undisturbed.
'An example to us all,' said the parrot.
'Yes, but,' said Lucy, 'what are we to do ?' 'When adventures take a turn one is far from expecting, one does what one can,' said the parrot.
'And what's that ?' 'Nothing,' said the parrot.

'Philip has relieved Max at the helm and is steering a straight course between the banks--if you can call them banks.

There is nothing else to be done.' There plainly wasn't.

The _Lightning Loose_ rushed on through the darkness.

Lucy reflected for a moment and then made cocoa.