Worms are as bad, said Anthea, and eels and slugsI think its because we dont like things that havent got legs.
Father says snakes have got legs hidden away inside of them, said Robert.
Yesand he says WEVE got tails hidden away inside usbut it doesnt either of it come to anything REALLY, said Anthea. I hate things that havent any legs.
Its worse when they have too many, said Jane with a shudder, think of centipedes!
They stood there on the pavement, a cause of some inconvenience to the passersby, and thus beguiled the time with conversation. Cyril was leaning his elbow on the top of a hutch that had seemed empty when they had inspected the whole edifice of hutches one by one, and he was trying to reawaken the interest of a hedgehog that had curled itself into a ball earlier in the interview, when a small, soft voice just below his elbow said, quietly, plainly and quite unmistakablynot in any squeak or whine that had to be translatedbut in downright common English
Buy medoplease buy me!
Cyril started as though he had been pinched, and jumped a yard away from the hutch.
Come backoh, come back! said the voice, rather louder but still softly; stoop down and pretend to be tying up your bootlaceI see its undone, as usual.
Cyril mechanically obeyed. He knelt on one knee on the dry, hot dusty pavement, peered into the darkness of the hutch and found himself face to face withthe Psammead!
It seemed much thinner than when he had last seen it. It was dusty and dirty, and its fur was untidy and ragged. It had hunched itself up into a miserable lump, and its long snails eyes were drawn in quite tight so that they hardly showed at all.
Listen, said the Psammead, in a voice that sounded as though it would begin to cry in a minute, I dont think the creature who keeps this shop will ask a very high price for me. Ive bitten him more than once, and Ive made myself look as common as I can. Hes never had a glance from my beautiful, beautiful eyes. Tell the others Im herebut tell them to look at some of those low, common beasts while Im talking to you. The creature inside mustnt think you care much about me, or hell put a price upon me far, far beyond your means. I remember in the dear old days last summer you never had much money. OhI never thought I should be so glad to see youI never did. It sniffed, and shot out its long snails eyes expressly to drop a tear well away from its fur. Tell the others Im here, and then Ill tell you exactly what to do about buying me. Cyril tied his bootlace into a hard knot, stood up and addressed the others in firm tones
Look here, he said, Im not kiddingand I appeal to your honour, an appeal which in this family was never made in vain. Dont look at that hutchlook at the white rat. Now you are not to look at that hutch whatever I say.
He stood in front of it to prevent mistakes.
Now get yourselves ready for a great surprise. In that hutch theres an old friend of oursDONT look!Yes; its the Psammead, the good old Psammead! it wants us to buy it. It says youre not to look at it. Look at the white rat and count your money! On your honour dont look!
The others responded nobly. They looked at the white rat till they quite stared him out of countenance, so that he went and sat up on his hind legs in a far corner and hid his eyes with his front paws, and pretended he was washing his face.
Cyril stooped again, busying himself with the other bootlace and listened for the Psammeads further instructions.
Go in, said the Psammead, and ask the price of lots of other things. Then say, What do you want for that monkey thats lost its tailthe mangy old thing in the third hutch from the end. Ohdont mind MY feelingscall me a mangy monkeyIve tried hard enough to look like one! I dont think hell put a high price on meIve bitten him eleven times since I came here the day before yesterday. If he names a bigger price than you can afford, say you wish you had the money.
But you cant give us wishes. Ive promised never to have another wish from you, said the bewildered Cyril.
Dont be a silly little idiot, said the Sand-fairy in trembling but affectionate tones, but find out how much money youve got between you, and do exactly what I tell you.
Cyril, pointing a stiff and unmeaning finger at the white rat, so as to pretend that its charms alone employed his tongue, explained matters to the others, while the Psammead hunched itself, and bunched itself, and did its very best to make itself look uninteresting. Then the four children filed into the shop.
How much do you want for that white rat? asked Cyril.
Eightpence, was the answer.
And the guinea-pigs?
Eighteenpence to five bob, according to the breed.
And the lizards?
Ninepence each.
And toads?
Fourpence. Now look here, said the greasy owner of all this caged life with a sudden ferocity which made the whole party back hurriedly on to the wainscoting of hutches with which the shop was lined. Lookee here. I aint agoin to have you a comin in here a turnin the whole place outer winder, an prizing every animile in the stock just for your larks, so dont think it! If youre a buyer, BE a buyerbut I never had a customer yet as wanted to buy mice, and lizards, and toads, and guineas all at once. So hout you goes.
Oh! wait a minute, said the wretched Cyril, feeling how foolishly yet well-meaningly he had carried out the Psammeads instructions. Just tell me one thing. What do you want for the mangy old monkey in the third hutch from the end?
The shopman only saw in this a new insult.
Mangy young monkey yourself, said he; get along with your blooming cheek. Hout you goes!
Oh! dont be so cross, said Jane, losing her head altogether, dont you see he really DOES want to know THAT!
Ho! does e indeed, sneered the merchant. Then he scratched his ear suspiciously, for he was a sharp business man, and he knew the ring of truth when he heard it. His hand was bandaged, and three minutes before he would have been glad to sell the mangy old monkey for ten shillings. NowHo! e does, does e, he said, then two pun tens my price. Hes not got his fellow that monkey aint, nor yet his match, not this side of the equator, which he comes from. And the only one ever seen in London. Ought to be in the Zoo. Two pun ten, down on the nail, or hout you goes!
The children looked at each othertwenty-three shillings and fivepence was all they had in the world, and it would have been merely three and fivepence, but for the sovereign which Father had given to them between them at parting. Weve only twenty-three shillings and fivepence, said Cyril, rattling the money in his pocket.
Twenty-three farthings and somebodys own cheek, said the dealer, for he did not believe that Cyril had so much money.
There was a miserable pause. Then Anthea remembered, and said
Oh! I WISH I had two pounds ten.
So do I, Miss, Im sure, said the man with bitter politeness; I wish you ad, Im sure!
Antheas hand was on the counter, something seemed to slide under it. She lifted it. There lay five bright half sovereigns.
Why, I HAVE got it after all, she said; heres the money, now lets have the Sammy, the monkey I mean.
The dealer looked hard at the money, but he made haste to put it in his pocket.
I only hope you come by it honest, he said, shrugging his shoulders. He scratched his ear again.
Well! he said, I suppose I must let you have it, but its worth thribble the money, so it is
He slowly led the way out to the hutchopened the door gingerly, and made a sudden fierce grab at the Psammead, which the Psammead acknowledged in one last long lingering bite.
Here, take the brute, said the shopman, squeezing the Psammead so tight that he nearly choked it. Its bit me to the marrow, it have.
The mans eyes opened as Anthea held out her arms.
Dont blame me if it tears your face off its bones, he said, and the Psammead made a leap from his dirty horny hands, and Anthea caught it in hers, which were not very clean, certainly, but at any rate were soft and pink, and held it kindly and closely.
But you cant take it home like that, Cyril said, we shall have a crowd after us, and indeed two errand boys and a policeman had already collected.
I cant give you nothink only a paper-bag, like what we put the tortoises in, said the man grudgingly.
So the whole party went into the shop, and the shopmans eyes nearly came out of his head when, having given Anthea the largest paper-bag he could find, he saw her hold it open, and the Psammead carefully creep into it. Well! he said, if that there dont beat cockfighting! But praps youve met the brute afore.
Yes, said Cyril affably, hes an old friend of ours.
If Id a known that, the man rejoined, you shouldnt a had him under twice the money. Owever, he added, as the children disappeared, I aint done so bad, seeing as I only give five bob for the beast. But then theres the bites to take into account!
The children trembling in agitation and excitement, carried home the Psammead, trembling in its paper-bag.
When they got it home, Anthea nursed it, and stroked it, and would have cried over it, if she hadnt remembered how it hated to be wet.
When it recovered enough to speak, it said
Get me sand; silver sand from the oil and colour shop. And get me plenty.
They got the sand, and they put it and the Psammead in the round bath together, and it rubbed itself, and rolled itself, and shook itself and scraped itself, and scratched itself, and preened itself, till it felt clean and comfy, and then it scrabbled a hasty hole in the sand, and went to sleep in it.
The children hid the bath under the girls bed, and had supper. Old Nurse had got them a lovely supper of bread and butter and fried onions. She was full of kind and delicate thoughts.
When Anthea woke the next morning, the Psammead was snuggling down between her shoulder and Janes.
You have saved my life, it said. I know that man would have thrown cold water on me sooner or later, and then I should have died. I saw him wash out a guinea-pigs hutch yesterday morning. Im still frightfully sleepy, I think Ill go back to sand for another nap. Wake the boys and this dormouse of a Jane, and when youve had your breakfasts well have a talk.
Dont YOU want any breakfast? asked Anthea.
I daresay I shall pick a bit presently, it said; but sand is all I care aboutits meat and drink to me, and coals and fire and wife and children. With these words it clambered down by the bedclothes and scrambled back into the bath, where they heard it scratching itself out of sight.
Well! said Anthea, anyhow our holidays wont be dull NOW. Weve found the Psammead again.
No, said Jane, beginning to put on her stockings. We shant be dullbut itll be only like having a pet dog now it cant give us wishes.
Oh, dont be so discontented, said Anthea. If it cant do anything else it can tell us about Megatheriums and things.
CHAPTER 2. THE HALF AMULET
Long agothat is to say last summerthe children, finding themselves embarrassed by some wish which the Psammead had granted them, and which the servants had not received in a proper spirit, had wished that the servants might not notice the gifts which the Psammead gave. And when they parted from the Psammead their last wish had been that they should meet it again. Therefore they HAD met it (and it was jolly lucky for the Psammead, as Robert pointed out). Now, of course, you see that the Psammeads 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 Psammeads opinion old Nurse was still a servant, although she had now a house of her own, for she never noticed the Psammead at all. And that was as well, for she would never have consented to allow the girls to keep an animal and a bath of sand under their bed.
When breakfast had been cleared awayit was a very nice breakfast with hot rolls to it, a luxury quite out of the common wayAnthea went and dragged out the bath, and woke the Psammead.
It stretched and shook itself.
You must have bolted your breakfast most unwholesomely, it said, you cant have been five minutes over it.
Weve been nearly an hour, said Anthea. Comeyou know you promised.
Now look here, said the Psammead, sitting back on the sand and shooting out its long eyes suddenly, wed better begin as we mean to go on. It wont do to have any misunderstanding, so I tell you plainly that
Oh, PLEASE, Anthea pleaded, do wait till we get to the others. Theyll think it most awfully sneakish of me to talk to you without them; do come down, theres a dear.
She knelt before the sand-bath and held out her arms. The Psammead must have remembered how glad it had been to jump into those same little arms only the day before, for it gave a little grudging grunt, and jumped once more.
Anthea wrapped it in her pinafore and carried it downstairs. It was welcomed in a thrilling silence. At last Anthea said, Now then!
What place is this? asked the Psammead, shooting its eyes out and turning them slowly round.
Its a sitting-room, of course, said Robert.
Then I dont like it, said the Psammead.
Never mind, said Anthea kindly; well take you anywhere you like if you want us to. What was it you were going to say upstairs when I said the others wouldnt like it if I stayed talking to you without them?
It looked keenly at her, and she blushed.
Dont be silly, it said sharply. Of course, its quite natural that you should like your brothers and sisters to know exactly how good and unselfish you were.
I wish you wouldnt, said Jane. Anthea was quite right. What was it you were going to say when she stopped you?
Ill tell you, said the Psammead, since youre so anxious to know. I was going to say this. Youve saved my lifeand Im not ungratefulbut it doesnt change your nature or mine. Youre still very ignorant, and rather silly, and I am worth a thousand of you any day of the week.
Of course you are! Anthea was beginning but it interrupted her.
Its very rude to interrupt, it said; what I mean is that Im not going to stand any nonsense, and if you think what youve done is to give you the right to pet me or make me demean myself by playing with you, youll find out that what you think doesnt matter a single penny. See? Its what I think that matters.
I know, said Cyril, it always was, if you remember.