Humpty knows the way.' 'Keep a civil tongue in your head, you young dog, can't you ?' said the camel grumpily.
'Don't be cross, darling,' said the other dog, whose name was Brenda, 'and be sure you stop at a really first-class oasis for the night.

But I know we can trust _you_, dear.' The camel muttered that it was all very well, but his voice was not quite as cross as before.
After that the expedition went on in silence through the deepening twilight.
A tumbling, shaking, dumping sensation, more like a soft railway accident than anything else, awakened our travellers, and they found that the camel was kneeling down.
'Off you come,' said the parrot, 'and make the fire and boil the kettle.' 'Polly put the kettle on,' Lucy said absently, as she slid down to the ground; to which the parrot replied, 'Certainly not.

I wish you wouldn't rake up that old story.

It was quite false.

I never did put a kettle on, and I never will.' Why should I describe to you the adventure of camping at an oasis in a desert?
You must all have done it many times; or if you have not done it, you have read about it.