To My Dear Godson Hubert Griffith and his sister Margaret Dear Hubert, if I ever found A wishing-carpet lying round, I’d stand upon it, and I’d say: “Take me to Hubert, right away!” And then we’d trav...

It began with the day when it was almost the Fifth of November, and a doubt arose in some breast⁠—Robert’s, I fancy⁠—as to the quality of the fireworks laid in for the Guy Fawkes celebration. “They we...

The children had seen the Phoenix-egg hatched in the flames in their own nursery grate, and had heard from it how the carpet on their own nursery floor was really the wishing carpet, which would take ...

It was on a Saturday that the children made their first glorious journey on the wishing carpet. Unless you are too young to read at all, you will know that the next day must have been Sunday. Sunday a...

Mother was really a great dear. She was pretty and she was loving, and most frightfully good when you were ill, and always kind, and almost always just. That is, she was just when she understood thing...

“I wish we could find the Phoenix,” said Jane. “It’s much better company than the carpet.” “Beastly ungrateful, little kids are,” said Cyril. “No, I’m not; only the carpet never says anything, and it’...

“We shan’t be able to go anywhere on the carpet for a whole week, though,” said Robert. “And I’m glad of it,” said Jane, unexpectedly. “Glad?” said Cyril; “glad?” It was breakfast-time, and mother’s l...

When you hear that the four children found themselves at Waterloo Station quite un-taken-care-of, and with no one to meet them, it may make you think that their parents were neither kind nor careful. ...

The nursery was full of Persian cats and muskrats that had been brought there by the wishing carpet. The cats were mewing and the muskrats were squeaking so that you could hardly hear yourself speak. ...

The morning after the adventure of the Persian cats, the muskrats, the common cow, and the uncommon burglar, all the children slept till it was ten o’clock; and then it was only Cyril who woke; but he...

Hooray! hooray! hooray! Mother comes home today; Mother comes home today, Hooray! hooray! hooray! Jane sang this simple song directly after breakfast, and the Phoenix shed crystal tears of affectionat...

“Well, I must say,” mother said, looking at the wishing carpet as it lay, all darned and mended and backed with shiny American cloth, on the floor of the nursery⁠—“I must say I’ve never in my life bou...

“Egg, toast, tea, milk, teacup and saucer, egg-spoon, knife, butter⁠—that’s all, I think,” remarked Anthea, as she put the last touches to mother’s breakfast-tray, and went, very carefully up the stai...