You want to get it, of course.' 'Rather,' was the general reply.

'And we don't mind adventures.' 'No,' said the Psammead, 'I seem to remember that about you.

Well, sit down and listen with all your ears.

Eight, are there?
Right--I am glad you know arithmetic.

Now pay attention, because I don't intend to tell you everything twice over.' As the children settled themselves on the floor--it was far more comfortable than the chairs, as well as more polite to the Psammead, who was stroking its whiskers on the hearth-rug--a sudden cold pain caught at Anthea's heart.