Polly let the ear go for the moment to say: 'I shan't hurt her so long as she behaves,' and then took hold again and his little grey wings and the big white wings of the Hippogriff went sailing away across the desert.
'What a treasure of a parrot ?' said Philip.

But Lucy said: 'Who _is_ that Pretenderette?
Why is she so horrid to us when every one else is so nice ?' 'I don't know,' said Philip, 'hateful old thing.' 'I can't help feeling as if I knew her quite well, if I could only remember who she is.' 'Do you ?' said Philip.

'I say, let's play noughts and crosses.

I've got a notebook and a bit of pencil in my pocket.

We might play till it's time to go to sleep.' So they played noughts and crosses on the Pebbly Waste, and behind them the parrot and the Hippogriff took away the tiresome one, and in front of them lay the high pebble ridge that was like a mountain, and beyond that was the unknown and the adventure and the Dwellers and the deed to be done..