The head Halma man painted in large letters on a column in the market-place these words: 'This city is now called by its ancient name of Briskford.

Any citizen found calling it Somnolentia will not be allowed to wash in water for a week.' The head-man was full of schemes, the least of which was the lighting of the town by electricity, the power to be supplied by the Great Sloth.
'He can't go on pumping eight hours a day,' said the head-man; 'I can easily adjust the machine to all sorts of other uses.' In the evening a banquet was (of course) given to the Deliverers.

The banquet was all pine-apple and water, because there had been no time to make or get anything else.

But the speeches were very flattering; and Philip and Lucy were very pleased, more so than Brenda, who did not like pine-apple and made but little effort to conceal her disappointment.

Max accepted bits of pine-apple, out of politeness, and hid them among the feet of the guests so that nobody's feelings should be hurt.
'I don't know how we're to get back to the island,' said Philip next day, 'now we've lost the _Lightning Loose_.' 'I think we'd better go back by way of Polistopolis,' said Lucy, 'and find out who's been opening the books.