Only Lucy, Philip and Mr.Noah were present.

Bread and milk is very good even when you have to eat it with the leaden spoons out of the dolls'-house basket.

When it was much later Mr.Noah suddenly said 'good-night,' and in a maze of sleepy repletion (look that up in the dicker, will you ?) the children went to bed.

Philip's bed was of gold with yellow satin curtains, and Lucy's was made of silver, with curtains of silk that were white.

But the metals and colours made no difference to their deep and dreamless sleep.
And in the morning there was bread and milk again, and the two of them had it in the blue room without Mr.Noah.
'Well,' said Lucy, looking up from the bowl of white floating cubes, 'do you think you're getting to like me any better ?' '_No_,' said Philip, brief and stern like the skipper in the song.
'I wish you would,' said Lucy.
'Well, I can't,' said Philip; 'but I do want to say one thing.