The Pretenderette didn't know that it was the Island-where-you-mayn't-go, and as they got nearer and she could see plainly its rainbow-coloured sands, its palms and its waterfalls, its cool green thickets and many tinted flowers and glowing fruits, it seemed to her that she might do worse than land there and rest for a little while.

For even the most disagreeable people get tired sometimes, and the Pretenderette had had a hard day of it.

So she made no attempt to check the Hippogriff or alter its course.

And when the Hippogriff was hovering but a few inches from the grass of the most beautiful of the island glades, she jerked Philip roughly off her knee and he fell all in a heap on the ground.

With great presence of mind our hero--if he isn't a hero by now he never will be--picked himself up and bolted into the bushes.