I wish the child might stay in the dream.' The Psammead blew itself out and granted the wish.

So Imogen's future was assured.

She had found someone to want her.
'If only all the children that no one wants,' began the learned gentleman--but the woman interrupted.

She came towards them.
'Welcome, all!' she cried.

'I am the Queen, and my child tells me that you have befriended her; and this I well believe, looking on your faces.
Your garb is strange, but faces I can read.