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The Phoenix and the Carpet by E. (Edith) Nesbit
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'Don't,' said Anthea, 'don't, Pussy--you'll exhaust the air if you
cry. We can get out all right.'

'Yes,' said Jane, through her sobs, 'and find the Phoenix has come
back and gone away again--because it thought we'd gone home some
other way, and--Oh, I WISH we hadn't come.'

Every one stood quite still--only Anthea cuddled Jane up to her and
tried to wipe her eyes in the dark.

'D-DON'T,' said Jane; 'that's my EAR--I'm not crying with my ears.'

'Come, let's get on out,' said Robert; but that was not so easy,
for no one could remember exactly which way they had come. It is
very difficult to remember things in the dark, unless you have
matches with you, and then of course it is quite different, even if
you don't strike one.

Every one had come to agree with Jane's constant wish--and despair
was making the darkness blacker than ever, when quite suddenly the
floor seemed to tip up--and a strong sensation of being in a
whirling lift came upon every one. All eyes were closed--one's
eyes always are in the dark, don't you think? When the whirling
feeling stopped, Cyril said 'Earthquakes!' and they all opened
their eyes.

They were in their own dingy breakfast-room at home, and oh, how
light and bright and safe and pleasant and altogether delightful it
seemed after that dark underground tunnel! The carpet lay on the
floor, looking as calm as though it had never been for an excursion
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