The
boys looked about very carefully, and found in the pantry some cold
tongue, bread, butter, cheese, and part of a cold pudding--very
much nicer than cook ever made when they were at home. And in the
kitchen cupboard was half a Christmassy cake, a pot of strawberry
jam, and about a pound of mixed candied fruit, with soft crumbly
slabs of delicious sugar in each cup of lemon, orange, or citron.
It was indeed, as Jane said, 'a banquet fit for an Arabian Knight.'
The Phoenix perched on Robert's chair, and listened kindly and
politely to all they had to tell it about their visit to Lyndhurst,
and underneath the table, by just stretching a toe down rather far,
the faithful carpet could be felt by all--even by Jane, whose legs
were very short.
'Your slaves will not return to-night,' said the Phoenix. 'They
sleep under the roof of the cook's stepmother's aunt, who is, I
gather, hostess to a large party to-night in honour of her
husband's cousin's sister-in-law's mother's ninetieth birthday.'
'I don't think they ought to have gone without leave,' said Anthea,
'however many relations they have, or however old they are; but I
suppose we ought to wash up.'
'It's not our business about the leave,' said Cyril, firmly, 'but
I simply won't wash up for them.
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