'Let's go and see the Lamb,' said Jane.
But every one was agreed that if they appeared suddenly in
Bournemouth it would frighten mother out of her wits, if not into
a fit. So they sat on the carpet, and thought and thought and
thought till they almost began to squint.
'Look here,' said Cyril, 'I know. Please carpet, take us somewhere
where we can see the Lamb and mother and no one can see us.'
'Except the Lamb,' said Jane, quickly.
And the next moment they found themselves recovering from the
upside-down movement--and there they were sitting on the carpet,
and the carpet was laid out over another thick soft carpet of brown
pine-needles. There were green pine-trees overhead, and a swift
clear little stream was running as fast as ever it could between
steep banks--and there, sitting on the pine-needle carpet, was
mother, without her hat; and the sun was shining brightly, although
it was November--and there was the Lamb, as jolly as jolly and not
whooping at all.
'The carpet's deceived us,' said Robert, gloomily; 'mother will see
us directly she turns her head.'
But the faithful carpet had not deceived them.
Mother turned her dear head and looked straight at them, and DID NOT SEE
THEM!
'We're invisible,' Cyril whispered: 'what awful larks!'
But to the girls it was not larks at all.
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