I know there'll have to be a banquet.

There always is, here.

I know a first-rate bun-tree quite near here.' 'The cocoa-nut-ice plants looked beautiful as I came along,' said Lucy.
'What a lovely island it is.

And you made it!' 'No gas,' said Philip warningly.

'Helen and I made it.' 'She's the dearest darling,' said Lucy.
'Oh, well,' said Philip with resignation, 'if you must gas, gas about her.' The banquet was all that you can imagine of interesting and magnificent.
And Philip was, of course, the hero of the hour.