Well, I simply won't. And the last
day and everything. Look here!' Cyril spoke loudly and firmly.
'We want to go somewhere really interesting, where we have a chance
of doing something good and kind; we don't want to do it here, but
somewhere else. See? Now, then.'
The obedient carpet started instantly, and the four children and
one bird fell in a heap together, and as they fell were plunged in
perfect darkness.
'Are you all there?' said Anthea, breathlessly, through the black
dark. Every one owned that it was there.
'Where are we? Oh! how shivery and wet it is! Ugh!--oh!--I've put
my hand in a puddle!'
'Has any one got any matches?' said Anthea, hopelessly. She felt
sure that no one would have any.
It was then that Robert, with a radiant smile of triumph that was
quite wasted in the darkness, where, of course, no one could see
anything, drew out of his pocket a box of matches, struck a match
and lighted a candle--two candles. And every one, with its mouth
open, blinked at the sudden light.
'Well done Bobs,' said his sisters, and even Cyril's natural
brotherly feelings could not check his admiration of Robert's
foresight.
'I've always carried them about ever since the lone tower day,'
said Robert, with modest pride. 'I knew we should want them some
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