But oh! alack! and well-a-day!
No wishing-carpets come my way.
I never found a Phoenix yet,
And Psammeads are so hard to get!
So I give you nothing fine--
Only this book your book and mine,
And hers, whose name by yours is set;
Your book, my book, the book of Margaret!
E. NESBIT
DYMCHURCH
September, 1904
CONTENTS
1 The Egg
2 The Topless Tower
3 The Queen Cook
4 Two Bazaars
5 The Temple
6 Doing Good
7 Mews from Persia
8 The Cats, the Cow, and the Burglar
9 The Burglar's Bride
10 The Hole in the Carpet
11 The Beginning of the End
12 The End of the End
CHAPTER 1
THE EGG
It began with the day when it was almost the Fifth of November, and
a doubt arose in some breast--Robert's, I fancy--as to the quality
of the fireworks laid in for the Guy Fawkes celebration.
'They were jolly cheap,' said whoever it was, and I think it was
Robert, 'and suppose they didn't go off on the night? Those
Prosser kids would have something to snigger about then.'
'The ones _I_ got are all right,' Jane said; 'I know they are,
because the man at the shop said they were worth thribble the
money--'
'I'm sure thribble isn't grammar,' Anthea said.
'Of course it isn't,' said Cyril; 'one word can't be grammar all by
itself, so you needn't be so jolly clever.
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