I say, suppose we were to go to St James's Park after dinner and feed those ducks that we never did feed.

After all that Babylon and all those years ago, I feel as if I should like to see something REAL, and NOW.

You'll come, Psammead ?' 'Where's my priceless woven basket of sacred rushes ?' asked the Psammead morosely.

'I can't go out with nothing on.

And I won't, what's more.' And then everybody remembered with pain that the bass bag had, in the hurry of departure from Babylon, not been remembered.
'But it's not so extra precious,' said Robert hastily.