She stopped short.
'I wish,' she said, very loud and clear, 'that all those Babylonian things would come out to me here--slowly, so that those dogs and slaves can see the working of the great Queen's magic.' 'Oh, you ARE a tiresome woman,' said the Psammead in its bag, but it puffed itself out.
Next moment there was a crash.

The glass swing doors and all their framework were smashed suddenly and completely.

The crowd of angry gentlemen sprang aside when they saw what had done this.
But the nastiest of them was not quick enough, and he was roughly pushed out of the way by an enormous stone bull that was floating steadily through the door.

It came and stood beside the Queen in the middle of the courtyard.
It was followed by more stone images, by great slabs of carved stone, bricks, helmets, tools, weapons, fetters, wine-jars, bowls, bottles, vases, jugs, saucers, seals, and the round long things, something like rolling pins with marks on them like the print of little bird-feet, necklaces, collars, rings, armlets, earrings--heaps and heaps and heaps of things, far more than anyone had time to count, or even to see distinctly.
All the angry gentlemen had abruptly sat down on the Museum steps except the nice one.

He stood with his hands in his pockets just as though he was quite used to seeing great stone bulls and all sorts of small Babylonish objects float out into the Museum yard.
But he sent a man to close the big iron gates.
A journalist, who was just leaving the museum, spoke to Robert as he passed.
'Theosophy, I suppose ?' he said.