'I thought you'd done it with your own hands.' The girls shuddered.
'What a hideous city yours is,' the Queen went on pleasantly, 'and what horrid, ignorant people.

Do you know they actually can't understand a single word I say.' 'Can you understand them ?' asked Jane.
'Of course not; they speak some vulgar, Northern dialect.

I can understand YOU quite well.' I really am not going to explain AGAIN how it was that the children could understand other languages than their own so thoroughly, and talk them, too, so that it felt and sounded (to them) just as though they were talking English.
'Well,' said Cyril bluntly, 'now you've seen just how horrid it is, don't you think you might as well go home again ?' 'Why, I've seen simply nothing yet,' said the Queen, arranging her starry veil.

'I wished to be at your door, and I was.

Now I must go and see your King and Queen.' 'Nobody's allowed to,' said Anthea in haste; 'but look here, we'll take you and show you anything you'd like to see--anything you CAN see,' she added kindly, because she remembered how nice the Queen had been to them in Babylon, even if she had been a little deceitful in the matter of Jane and Psammead.
'There's the Museum,' said Cyril hopefully; 'there are lots of things from your country there.