We must never tell dear Seppy.

But I shall send an account of it to the Psychical Society, with stars instead of names, you know.' And she did.

And you can read all about it in one of the society's fat Blue-books.
Of course, you understand what had happened?
The intelligent Phoenix had simply gone straight off to the Psammead, and had wished Robert and Jane at home.

And, of course, they were at home at once.

Cyril and Anthea had not half finished mending the carpet.
When the joyful emotions of reunion had calmed down a little, they all went out and spent what was left of Uncle Reginald's sovereign in presents for mother.