aven't you?' said the Queen serenely. 'I wish
all the things were back in their places. Will THAT do for you?'
The Psammead swelled and shrank and spoke very angrily.
'I can't refuse to give your wishes,' it said, 'but I can Bite. And I
will if this goes on. Now then.'
'Ah, don't,' whispered Anthea close to its bristling ear; 'it's dreadful
for us too. Don't YOU desert us. Perhaps she'll wish herself at home
again soon.'
'Not she,' said the Psammead a little less crossly.
'Take me to see your City,' said the Queen.
The children looked at each other.
'If we had some money we could take her about in a cab. People wouldn't
notice her so much then. But we haven't.'
'Sell this,' said the Queen, taking a ring from her finger.
'They'd only think we'd stolen it,' said Cyril bitterly, 'and put us in
prison.'
'All roads lead to prison with you, it seems,' said the Queen.
'The learned gentleman!' said Anthea, and ran up to him with the ring in
her hand.
'Look here,' she said, 'will you buy this for a pound?'
'Oh!' he said in tones of joy and amazement, and took the ring into his
hand. 'It's my very own,' said Anthea; 'it was given to me to sell.'
'I'll lend you a pound,' said the learned gentleman, 'with pleasure; and
I'll take care of the ring for you. Who did you say gave it to you?'
'We call her,' said Anthea carefully, 'the Queen of Babylon.'
'Is it a game?' he asked hopefully.
'It'll be a pretty game if I don't get the money to pay for cabs for
her,' said Anthea.
'I sometimes think,' he said slowly, 'that I am becoming insane, or
that--'
'Or that I am; but I'm not, and you're not, and she's not.'
'Does she SAY that she's the Queen of Babylon?' he uneasily asked.
'Yes,' said Anthea recklessly.
'This thought-transference is more far-reaching than I imagined,' he
said. 'I suppose I have unconsciously influenced HER, too. I never
thought my Babylonish studies would bear fruit like this. Horrible!
There are more things in heaven and earth--'
'Yes,' said Anthea, 'heaps more. And the pound is the thing _I_ want
more than anything on earth.'
He ran his fingers through his thin hair.
'This thought-transference!' he said. 'It's undoubtedly a Babylonian
ring--or it seems so to me. But perhaps I have hypnotized myself. I will
see a doctor the moment I have corrected the last proofs of my book.'
'Yes, do!' said Anthea, 'and thank you so very much.'
She took the sovereign and ran
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