'I don't care about being invisible myself,' said Cyril, 'at least,
not with my own family. It would be different if you were a
prince, or a bandit, or a burglar.'

And now the thoughts of all four dwelt fondly on the dear greenish
face of mother.

'I wish she hadn't gone away,' said Jane; 'the house is simply
beastly without her.'

'I think we ought to do what she said,' Anthea put in. 'I saw
something in a book the other day about the wishes of the departed
being sacred.'

'That means when they've departed farther off,' said Cyril.
'India's coral or Greenland's icy, don't you know; not Bournemouth.
Besides, we don't know what her wishes are.'

'She SAID'--Anthea was very much inclined to cry--'she said, "Get
Indian things for my bazaar;" but I know she thought we couldn't,
and it was only play.'

'Let's get them all the same,' said Robert. 'We'll go the first
thing on Saturday morning.'

And on Saturday morning, the first thing, they went.

There was no finding the Phoenix, so they sat on the beautiful
wishing carpet, and said--