The ark will serve to convey the fruit to the mainland, and the performance of this deed raises you to the rank of Duke.' 'Philip, you're a dear,' said Lucy in a whisper.
'Shut up,' said Philip fiercely.
'Three cheers,' said a familiar voice, 'for the Duke of Donors.' 'Three cheers,' repeated the Lord High Islander, 'for the Duke of Donors.' What a cheer! All the islanders cheered and the M.A.'s and Lucy and Mr.
Perrin and Mr.Noah, and from the inside of the ark came enthusiastic barkings and gruntings and roarings and squeakings--as the animals of course joined in as well as they could.

Thousands of gulls, circling on white wings in the sun above, added their screams to the general chorus.
And when the sound of the last cheer died away, a little near familiar voice said: 'Well done, Philip! I'm proud of you.' It was the parrot who, perched on the rigging of the _Lightning Loose_, had started the cheering.
'So that's all right,' it said, fluttered on to Philip's shoulder and added, 'I've heard you calling for me on the island all the week.

But I felt I needed a rest.

I've been talking too much.

And that Pretenderette.