'You know how dangerous it is.

Let's make haste into the Museum.

If any of those people you made guys of do fetch the police, they won't think of looking for you there.' The blue silk coat and the pink-rosed hat attracted almost as much attention as the royal costume had done; and the children were uncommonly glad to get out of the noisy streets into the grey quiet of the Museum.
'Parcels and umbrellas to be left here,' said a man at the counter.
The party had no umbrellas, and the only parcel was the bag containing the Psammead, which the Queen had insisted should be brought.
'I'M not going to be left,' said the Psammead softly, 'so don't you think it.' 'I'll wait outside with you,' said Anthea hastily, and went to sit on the seat near the drinking fountain.
'Don't sit so near that nasty fountain,' said the creature crossly; 'I might get splashed.' Anthea obediently moved to another seat and waited.

Indeed she waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited.

The Psammead dropped into an uneasy slumber.