The Psammead crawled out of the embroidered bag, and lay flat on the table, its leg stretched out, looking more like a dead hare than anything else.
'Thank Goodness that's over,' said Anthea, drawing a deep breath.
'She won't come back, will she ?' asked Jane tremulously.
'No,' said Cyril.

'She's thousands of years ago.

But we spent a whole precious pound on her.

It'll take all our pocket-money for ages to pay that back.' 'Not if it was ALL a dream,' said Robert.
'The wish said ALL a dream, you know, Panther; you cut up and ask if he lent you anything.' 'I beg your pardon,' said Anthea politely, following the sound of her knock into the presence of the learned gentleman, 'I'm so sorry to trouble you, but DID you lend me a pound today ?' 'No,' said he, looking kindly at her through his spectacles.

'But it's extraordinary that you should ask me, for I dozed for a few moments this afternoon, a thing I very rarely do, and I dreamed quite distinctly that you brought me a ring that you said belonged to the Queen of Babylon, and that I lent you a sovereign and that you left one of the Queen's rings here.