'How perfectly horrid!' 'If we're ever like that, we sha'n't know it's horrid, I expect,' Anthea with some insight whispered back.

'You see, you get used to yourself while you're changing.

It's--it's being so sudden makes it seem so frightful now.' The learned gentleman was looking at them with wistful kindness.

'Don't let me undream you just yet,' he said.

There was a pause.
'Do you remember WHEN we gave you that Amulet ?' Cyril asked suddenly.
'You know, or you would if you weren't a dream, that it was on the 3rd December, 1905.