'Is it a cat or a organ-monkey, or what ?' And then Anthea heard the learned gentleman say-- 'Yes, I wish we could find a home where they would be glad to have her,' and instantly she felt the Psammead begin to blow itself out as it sat on her lap.
She jumped up lifting the Psammead in her skirt, and holding Imogen by the hand, rushed into the learned gentleman's room.
'At least let's keep together,' she cried.

'All hold hands--quick!' The circle was like that formed for the Mulberry Bush or Ring-o'-Roses.
And Anthea was only able to take part in it by holding in her teeth the hem of her frock which, thus supported, formed a bag to hold the Psammead.
'Is it a game ?' asked the learned gentleman feebly.

No one answered.
There was a moment of suspense; then came that curious upside-down, inside-out sensation which one almost always feels when transported from one place to another by magic.

Also there was that dizzy dimness of sight which comes on these occasions.
The mist cleared, the upside-down, inside-out sensation subsided, and there stood the six in a ring, as before, only their twelve feet, instead of standing on the carpet of the learned gentleman's room, stood on green grass.

Above them, instead of the dusky ceiling of the Fitzroy Street floor, was a pale blue sky.