'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. It was horrible to have
mother looking straight at them, and her face keeping the same,
just as though they weren't there.

'I don't like it,' said Jane. 'Mother never looked at us like that
before. Just as if she didn't love us--as if we were somebody
else's children, and not very nice ones either--as if she didn't
care whether she saw us or not.'

'It is horrid,' said Anthea, almost in tears.

But at this moment the Lamb saw them, and plunged towards the
carpet, shrieking, 'Panty, own Panty--an' Pussy, an' Squiggle--an'
Bobs, oh, oh!'

Anthea caught him and kissed him, so did Jane; they could not help
it--he looked such a darling, with his blue three-cornered hat all
on one side, and his precious face all dirty--quite in the old
familiar way.