'
'It's like tobogganing,' said Robert, 'so fast and smooth, only
there's no door-mat to stop short on--it goes on and on.'
'You darling Phoenix,' said Jane, 'it's all your doing. Oh, look
at that ducky little church and the women with flappy cappy things
on their heads.'
'Don't mention it,' said the Phoenix, with sleepy politeness.
'OH!' said Cyril, summing up all the rapture that was in every
heart. 'Look at it all--look at it--and think of the Kentish Town
Road!'
Every one looked and every one thought. And the glorious, gliding,
smooth, steady rush went on, and they looked down on strange and
beautiful things, and held their breath and let it go in deep
sighs, and said 'Oh!' and 'Ah!' till it was long past dinner-time.
It was Jane who suddenly said, 'I wish we'd brought that jam tart
and cold mutton with us. It would have been jolly to have a picnic
in the air.'
The jam tart and cold mutton were, however, far away, sitting
quietly in the larder of the house in Camden Town which the
children were supposed to be keeping. A mouse was at that moment
tasting the outside of the raspberry jam part of the tart (she had
nibbled a sort of gulf, or bay, through the pastry edge) to see
whether it was the sort of dinner she could ask her little
mouse-husband to sit down to.
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