And I say all of you,' she went on, 'don't you think it's worth spending ALL the money, if there's even the chanciest chance of getting Father and Mother back safe NOW?
Just think of it! Oh, do let's!' '_I_ don't care what you do,' said the Psammead; 'I'll go back to sand again till you've made up your minds.' 'No, don't!' said everybody; and Jane added, 'We are quite mind made-up--don't you see we are?
Let's get our hats.

Will you come with us ?' 'Of course,' said the Psammead; 'how else would you find the shop ?' So everybody got its hat.

The Psammead was put into a flat bass-bag that had come from Farringdon Market with two pounds of filleted plaice in it.

Now it contained about three pounds and a quarter of solid Psammead, and the children took it in turns to carry it.
'It's not half the weight of The Lamb,' Robert said, and the girls sighed.
The Psammead poked a wary eye out of the top of the basket every now and then, and told the children which turnings to take.
'How on earth do you know ?' asked Robert.

'I can't think how you do it.' And the Psammead said sharply, 'No--I don't suppose you can.' At last they came to THE shop.