'
'The situation,' remarked the Phoenix, 'does indeed bristle with
difficulties.'
'What about a buried treasure,' said Cyril, 'and every one was dead
that it belonged to?'
'Mother wouldn't believe THAT,' said more than one voice.
'Suppose,' said Robert--'suppose we asked to be taken where we
could find a purse and give it back to the person it belonged to,
and they would give us something for finding it?'
'We aren't allowed to take money from strangers. You know we
aren't, Bobs,' said Anthea, making a knot at the end of a needleful
of Scotch heather-mixture fingering wool (which is very wrong, and
you must never do it when you are darning).
'No, THAT wouldn't do,' said Cyril. 'Let's chuck it and go to the
North Pole, or somewhere really interesting.'
'No,' said the girls together, 'there must be SOME way.'
'Wait a sec,' Anthea added. 'I've got an idea coming. Don't
speak.'
There was a silence as she paused with the darning-needle in the
air! Suddenly she spoke:
'I see. Let's tell the carpet to take us somewhere where we can
get the money for mother's present, and--and--and get it some way
that she'll believe in and not think wrong.'
'Well, I must say you are learning the way to get the most out of
the carpet,' said Cyril.
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