'
'Oh, you mean the cylinder,' said Cyril: 'it HAS rather a
comforting feel, this weather. And now where shall we go?'
And then, of course, the usual discussion broke out as to where
they should go and what they should do. And naturally, every one
wanted to do something that the others did not care about.
'I am the eldest,' Cyril remarked, 'let's go to the North Pole.'
'This weather! Likely!' Robert rejoined. 'Let's go to the
Equator.'
'I think the diamond mines of Golconda would be nice,' said Anthea;
'don't you agree, Jane?'
'No, I don't,' retorted Jane, 'I don't agree with you. I don't
agree with anybody.'
The Phoenix raised a warning claw.
'If you cannot agree among yourselves, I fear I shall have to leave
you,' it said.
'Well, where shall we go? You decide!' said all.
'If I were you,' said the bird, thoughtfully, 'I should give the
carpet a rest. Besides, you'll lose the use of your legs if you go
everywhere by carpet. Can't you take me out and explain your ugly
city to me?'
'We will if it clears up,' said Robert, without enthusiasm. 'Just
look at the rain. And why should we give the carpet a rest?'
'Are you greedy and grasping, and heartless and selfish?' asked the
bird, sharply.
'NO!' said Robert, with indignation.
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