Quite a lot of lies get printed, especially in newspapers.' 'You see, as it happens,' said Robert, in what was really a rather annoying tone, 'it wasn't a newspaper, it was in a book.' 'How sweet Chinese white is!' said Jane, dreamily sucking her brush again.
'I don't believe it,' said Cyril to Robert.
'Have a suck yourself,' suggested Robert.
'I don't mean about the Chinese white.

I mean about the cream fish turning purple and--' 'Oh!' cried Anthea, jumping up very quickly, 'I'm tired of painting.
Let's go somewhere by Amulet.

I say let's let IT choose.' Cyril and Robert agreed that this was an idea.

Jane consented to stop painting because, as she said, Chinese white, though certainly sweet, gives you a queer feeling in the back of the throat if you paint with it too long.
The Amulet was held up.

'Take us somewhere,' said Jane, 'anywhere you like in the Past--but somewhere where you are.' Then she said the word.
Next moment everyone felt a queer rocking and swaying--something like what you feel when you go out in a fishing boat.