📱 eBook en inglés THE PHOENIX AND THE CARPET

THE BIRD ROSE in its nest of fire, stretched its wings, and flew out into the room. It flew round and round, and round again, and where it passed the air was warm. Then it perched on the fender. The children looked at each other.
Then Cyril put out a hand towards the bird. It put its head on one side and looked up at him, as you may have seen a parrot do when it is just going to speak, so that the children were hardly astonished at all when it said, Be careful; I am not nearly cool yet.
They were not astonished, but they were very, very much interested.
They looked at the bird, and it was certainly worth looking at. Its feathers were like gold. It was about as large as a bantam, only its beak was not at all bantam-shaped. I believe I know what it is, said Robert. Ive seen a picture.
He hurried away. A hasty dash and scramble among the papers on fathers study table yielded, as the sum-books say, the desired result. But when he came back into the room holding out a paper, and crying, I say, look here, the others all said Hush! and he hushed obediently and instantly, for the bird was speaking.