sighs, and said 'Oh!' and 'Ah!' till it was long past dinner-time.

It was Jane who suddenly said, 'I wish we'd brought that jam tart
and cold mutton with us. It would have been jolly to have a picnic
in the air.'

The jam tart and cold mutton were, however, far away, sitting
quietly in the larder of the house in Camden Town which the
children were supposed to be keeping. A mouse was at that moment
tasting the outside of the raspberry jam part of the tart (she had
nibbled a sort of gulf, or bay, through the pastry edge) to see
whether it was the sort of dinner she could ask her little
mouse-husband to sit down to. She had had a very good dinner
herself. It is an ill wind that blows nobody any good.

'We'll stop as soon as we see a nice place,' said Anthea. 'I've
got threepence, and you boys have the fourpence each that your
trams didn't cost the other day, so we can buy things to eat. I
expect the Phoenix can speak French.'

The carpet was sailing along over rocks and rivers and trees and
towns and farms and fields. It reminded everybody of a certain
time when all of them had had wings, and had flown up to the top of
a church tower, and had had a feast there of chicken and tongue and
new bread and soda-water. And this again reminded them how hungry
they were. And just as they were all being reminded of this very
strongly indeed, they saw ahead of them some ruined walls on a
hill, and strong and upright, and really, to look at, as good as
new--a great square tower.