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Updated: June 10, 2025
Now, of course, you see that the Psammead's being where it was, was the consequence of one of their wishes, and therefore was a Psammead-wish, and as such could not be noticed by the servants. And it was soon plain that in the Psammead's opinion old Nurse was still a servant, although she had now a house of her own, for she never noticed the Psammead at all.
But she knew that the Psammead's gifts really did last till sunset, however inconvenient their lasting might be; and she did not think, somehow, that Robert would care to go out alone while he was that size. When they reached the barn and Cyril called "Robert!" there was a stir among the loose hay, and Robert began to come out. His hand and arm came first then a foot and leg.
We just just encountered undeserved misfortunes," Robert explained, "and to-day we are punished by not being allowed to go out. That's where I live," he pointed to the castle. "The others are in there, and they're not allowed to go out. It's all the Psammead's I mean the enchanter's fault. I wish we'd never seen him." "He is an enchanter of might?" "Oh yes of might and main. Rather!"
But she knew that the Psammead's gifts really did last till sunset, however inconvenient their lasting might be; and she did not think, somehow, that Robert would care to go out alone while he was that size. When they reached the barn and Cyril called 'Robert! there was a stir among the loose hay, and Robert began to come out. His hand and arm came first then a foot and leg.
Well of course he was, if he was grown-up since they weren't. Thus, in whispers, Anthea and Robert. But the almost daily adventures resulting from the Psammead's wishes were making the children wise beyond their years. "Dear Hilary," said Anthea, and the others choked at the name, "you know father didn't wish you to go to London. He wouldn't like us to be left alone without you to take care of us.
She put on her shoes under the iron veranda, on the red-and-yellow shining tiles, and then she ran straight to the sand-pit, and found the Psammead's place, and dug it out; it was very cross indeed. 'It's too bad, it said, fluffing up its fur like pigeons do their feathers at Christmas time. 'The weather's arctic, and it's the middle of the night.
'We are children just like you. Don't be frightened. Won't you show us where you live? Jane put her face right into the Psammead's basket, and burrowed her mouth into its fur to whisper 'Is it safe? Won't they eat us? Are they cannibals? The Psammead shrugged its fur. 'Don't make your voice buzz like that, it tickles my ears, it said rather crossly.
She put on her shoes under the iron verandah, on the red-and-yellow shining tiles, and then she ran straight to the sand-pit, and found the Psammead's place, and dug it out; it was very cross indeed. "It's too bad," it said, fluffing up its fur as pigeons do their feathers at Christmas time. "The weather's arctic, and it's the middle of the night."
Do wish it! Quick!" Anthea repeated the Psammead's wish, and it blew itself out to a larger size than they had yet seen it attain. "And now," it said as it collapsed, "can I do anything more for you?" "Just one thing; and I think that clears everything up, doesn't it, Jane? I wish Martha to forget about the diamond ring, and mother to forget about the keeper cleaning the windows."
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