But the Pretenderette was too wily to look down unveiled.

She turned her face up, and she must have whispered the magic word, for the Hippogriff rose in the air and began to fly away with incredible swiftness across the sea.
'Oh, what shall I do ?' cried Lucy, wringing her hands.

You have often heard of people wringing their hands.

Lucy, I assure you, really did wring hers.

'Oh! Mr.Noah, what will she do with him?
Where will she take him?
What shall I do?
How can I find him again ?' 'I deeply regret, my dear child,' said Mr.Noah, 'that I find myself quite unable to answer any single one of your questions.' 'But can't I go after him ?' Lucy persisted.
'I am sorry to say,' said Mr.Noah, 'that we have no boats; the Pretenderette has stolen our one and only Hippogriff, and none of our camels can fly.' 'But what can I _do_ ?' Lucy stamped her foot in her agony of impatience.
'Nothing, my child,' Mr.Noah aggravatingly replied, 'except to go to bed and get a good night's rest.