CHAPTER V.
ON THE CARPET The Princess was just Lucy.
'It's too bad,' said Philip.

'I do think.' Then he stopped short and just looked cross.
'The Princess and the Champion will now have their teas,' said Mr.Noah.
'Right about face, everybody, please, and quick march.' Philip and Lucy found themselves marching side by side through the night made yellow with continuous fireworks.
You must picture them marching across a great plain of grass where many coloured flowers grew.

You see a good many of Philip's buildings had been made on the drawing-room carpet at home, which was green with pink and blue and yellow and white flowers.

And this carpet had turned into grass and growing flowers, following that strange law which caused things to change into other things, like themselves, but larger and really belonging to a living world.
No one spoke.

Philip said nothing because he was in a bad temper.