'They get enough to eat without working.

And the onions make them sleepy.' They talked apart while Mr.Noah was arranging things with the Governor of the town, who had come down to the harbour in a hurry and a flurry and a furry gown.
'I've arranged everything,' said Mr.Noah at last.

'The islanders and the M.A.'s and the animals are to be allowed to camp in the public park till we've consulted the oracle and decided what's to be done with them.
They must live somewhere, I suppose.

Life has become much too eventful for me lately.

However there are only three more deeds for the Earl of Ark to do, and then perhaps we shall have a little peace and quietness.' 'The Earl of Ark ?' Lucy repeated.
'Philip, you know.