Get it out, Squirrel.' The glazed testimonial was dragged out from under the sofa and displayed.
'The glue's not dry yet,' said Cyril, 'look out!' 'What a beauty!' cried old Nurse.

'Well, I never! And your pictures and the beautiful writing and all.

Well, I always did say your hearts was in the right place, if a bit careless at times.

Well! I never did! I don't know as I was ever pleased better in my life.' She hugged them all, one after the other.

And the boys did not mind it, somehow, that day.
'How is it we can remember all about the future, NOW ?' Anthea woke the Psammead with laborious gentleness to put the question.