The children had found a Psammead, or sand-fairy, and it had let them have anything they wished for--just exactly anything, with no bother about its not being really for their good, or anything like that.

And if you want to know what kind of things they wished for, and how their wishes turned out you can read it all in a book called Five Children and It (It was the Psammead).

If you've not read it, perhaps I ought to tell you that the fifth child was the baby brother, who was called the Lamb, because the first thing he ever said was 'Baa!' and that the other children were not particularly handsome, nor were they extra clever, nor extraordinarily good.

But they were not bad sorts on the whole; in fact, they were rather like you.
'I don't want to think about the pleasures of memory,' said Cyril; 'I want some more things to happen.' 'We're very much luckier than any one else, as it is,' said Jane.

'Why, no one else ever found a Psammead.