And on his back was the veiled motor lady.
'So glad I've caught you up,' she said in that hateful voice of hers; 'now we can go on together.' 'I don't see what you wanted to come at all for,' said Philip downrightly.
'Oh, _don't_ you ?' she said, sitting up there on the Hippogriff with her horrid motor veil fluttering in the breeze from the now hidden sea.
'Why, of course, I have a right to be present at all experiments.

There ought to be some responsible grown-up person to see that you really do what you're sure to say you've done.' 'Do you mean that we're liars ?' Philip asked hotly.
'I don't mean to _say_ anything about it,' the Pretenderette answered with an unpleasant giggle, 'but a grown-up person ought to be present.' She added something about a parcel of birds and children.

And the parrot ruffled his feathers till he looked twice his proper size.
Philip said he didn't see it.
'Oh, but _I_ do,' said the Pretenderette; 'if you fail, then it's my turn, and I might very likely succeed the minute after you'd failed.

So we'll all go on comfortably together.

_Won't_ that be nice ?' A speechless despair seemed to have fallen on the party.