We ought to talk about it, anyhow.' 'Oh, if that's all,' said Robert.
Jane obediently wriggled to the front of her house and sat there.
She felt for the charm, to make sure that it was still round her neck.
'It ISN'T all,' said Cyril, saying much more than he meant because he thought Robert's tone had been rude--as indeed it had.
'We ought to go and look for that Amulet.

What's the good of having a first-class charm and keeping it idle, just eating its head off in the stable.' 'I'M game for anything, of course,' said Robert; but he added, with a fine air of chivalry, 'only I don't think the girls are keen today somehow.' 'Oh, yes; I am,' said Anthea hurriedly.

'If you think I'm afraid, I'm not.' 'I am though,' said Jane heavily; 'I didn't like it, and I won't go there again--not for anything I won't.' 'We shouldn't go THERE again, silly,' said Cyril; 'it would be some other place.' 'I daresay; a place with lions and tigers in it as likely as not.' Seeing Jane so frightened, made the others feel quite brave.

They said they were certain they ought to go.
'It's so ungrateful to the Psammead not to,' Anthea added, a little primly.
Jane stood up.

She was desperate.
'I won't!' she cried; 'I won't, I won't, I won't! If you make me I'll scream and I'll scream, and I'll tell old Nurse, and I'll get her to burn the charm in the kitchen fire.