Keep your hands where they are.

I'm not particular to an ear or so.

A nose will do just as well.' The person on the Hippogriff put both hands to her nose.

Instantly the parrot had her again by the ear.
'Go back the way you came,' she cried; 'but I'll be even with you children yet.' The Hippogriff did not move.
'Let go my ear,' screamed the lady.
'You'll have to say please, you know,' said Philip; 'not to the bird, I don't mean that: that's no good.

But to the Hippogriff.' '_Please_ then,' said the lady in a burst of temper, and instantly the white wings parted and spread and the Hippogriff rose in the air.