You quite understand about holding on to the charm as you go through, don't you, Pussy ?' 'I wish I hadn't got to be last,' said Jane.
'You shall carry the Psammead if you like,' said Anthea.

'That is,' she added, remembering the beast's queer temper, 'if it'll let you.' The Psammead, however, was unexpectedly amiable.
'_I_ don't mind,' it said, 'who carries me, so long as it doesn't drop me.

I can't bear being dropped.' Jane with trembling hands took the Psammead and its fish-basket under one arm.

The charm's long string was hung round her neck.

Then they all stood up.