'I wish all the things were back in their places.

Will THAT do for you ?' The Psammead swelled and shrank and spoke very angrily.
'I can't refuse to give your wishes,' it said, 'but I can Bite.

And I will if this goes on.

Now then.' 'Ah, don't,' whispered Anthea close to its bristling ear; 'it's dreadful for us too.

Don't YOU desert us.