'You weren't, you know, at Fitzroy Street.' 'Indeed I wasn't,' said he, 'but I am now.

This beautiful house and this lovely garden--I dig in it sometimes; you remember, you used to tell me to take more exercise?
Well, I feel I owe it all to you--and the Amulet.' 'I'm so glad,' said Anthea, and kissed him.

He started.
'THAT didn't feel like a dream,' he said, and his voice trembled.
'It isn't exactly a dream,' said Anthea softly, 'it's all part of the Amulet--it's a sort of extra special, real dream, dear Jimmy.' 'Ah,' said he, 'when you call me that, I know I'm dreaming.

My little sister--I dream of her sometimes.

But it's not real like this.