Can I do anything for you ?' 'You've hurt your hand,' said Anthea gently; 'let me bind it up.' The hand was indeed bleeding rather badly.
The Psammead had crept back to its bag.

All the children were very white.
'Never again,' said the Psammead later on, 'will I go into the Past with a grown-up person! I will say for you four, you do do as you're told.' 'We didn't even find the Amulet,' said Anthea later still.
'Of course you didn't; it wasn't there.

Only the stone it was made of was there.

It fell on to a ship miles away that managed to escape and got to Egypt.

_I_ could have told you that.' 'I wish you had,' said Anthea, and her voice was still rather shaky.
'Why didn't you ?' 'You never asked me,' said the Psammead very sulkily.