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Updated: June 21, 2025
'The Sammyadd said we'd let ourselves in for a nice thing. That means they'll come HERE. And suppose they scalped the Lamb! 'Perhaps the scalping would come right again at sunset, said Jane; but she did not speak so hopefully as usual. 'Not it! said Anthea. 'The things that grow out of the wishes don't go. Look at the fifteen shillings!
I'm not humbugging." "Shut up, Bobs!" said Anthea. "Silence for the Squirrel's oration," said Robert. Cyril balanced himself on the edge of the water-butt in the backyard, where they all happened to be, and spoke. "Friends, Romans, countrymen and women we found a Sammyadd. We have had wishes.
The Lamb's mail-cart was covered with a red-and-blue checked table-cloth, and made an admirable baggage-wagon. The Lamb asleep inside it was not at all in the way. So the banditti set out along the road that led to the sand-pit. "We ought to be near the Sammyadd," said Cyril, "in case we think of anything suddenly."
"I don't care who asks or who doesn't," said Robert, "but Anthea and I think the Sammyadd is a spiteful brute. If it can give us our wishes I suppose it can give itself its own, and I feel almost sure it wishes every time that our wishes shan't do us any good. Let's let the tiresome beast alone, and just go and have a jolly good game of forts, on our own, in the chalk-pit."
'I don't care who asks or who doesn't, said Robert, but Anthea and I think the Sammyadd is a spiteful brute. If it can give us our wishes I suppose it can give itself its own, and I feel almost sure it wishes every time that our wishes shan't do us any good. Let's let the tiresome beast alone, and just go and have a jolly good game of forts, on our own, in the chalk-pit.
"Giving us such a fright for nothing!" said Anthea. The third and miserablest silence of all was broken by Jane. She said "If we do come out of this all right, we'll ask the Sammyadd to make it so that the servants don't notice anything different, no matter what wishes we have." The others only grunted. They were too wretched even to make good resolutions.
"Then why did the Sammyadd say we'd let ourselves in for a nice thing?" asked Anthea. She was feeling very cross. She knew she had acted with nobility and discretion, and after that it was very hard to be called a little silly, especially when she had the weight of a burglared missionary-box and about seven-and-fourpence, mostly in coppers, lying like lead upon her conscience.
The fact is, it's like this and I hope you're not in a hurry, because the story's rather a breather. Father and mother are away, and when we were down playing in the sand-pits we found a Psammead. 'I cry thee mercy! A Sammyadd? said the knight.
And the Lamb had indeed his very best cream-coloured silk coat and hat. It was a smart party that the carrier's cart picked up at the Cross Roads. When its white tilt and red wheels had slowly vanished in a swirl of chalk-dust 'And now for the Sammyadd! said Cyril, and off they went. As they went they decided on the wish they would ask for.
Another and exhaustive search of the sand-pit failed to reveal the Psammead, so the children went back to the house slowly and sadly. 'I don't care, said Anthea stoutly, 'we'll tell mother the truth, and she'll give back the jewels and make everything all right. 'Do you think so? said Cyril slowly. 'Do you think She'll believe us? Could anyone believe about a Sammyadd unless they'd seen it?
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