Part 29 (2/2)

”She'd like us all to be good,” said Jane primly.

”Yes--but that's so dull for us,” Cyril rejoined; ”and besides, I should hope we could be that without sand-fairies to help us. No; it must be something splendid, that we couldn't possibly get without wis.h.i.+ng for.”

”Look out,” said Anthea in a warning voice; ”don't forget yesterday.

Remember, we get our wishes now just wherever we happen to be when we say 'I wish.' Don't let's let ourselves in for anything silly--to-day of all days.”

”All right,” said Cyril. ”You needn't talk so much.”

Just then Martha came in with a jug full of hot water for the tea-pot--and a face full of importance for the children.

”A blessing we're all alive to eat our breakfast!” she said darkly.

”Why, whatever's happened?” everybody asked.

”Oh, nothing,” said Martha, ”only it seems n.o.body's safe from being murdered in their beds nowadays.”

”Why,” said Jane as an agreeable thrill of horror ran down her back and legs and out at her toes, ”_has_ anyone been murdered in their beds?”

”Well--not exactly,” said Martha; ”but they might just as well. There's been burglars over at Peasemarsh Place--Beale's just told me--and they've took every single one of Lady Chittenden's diamonds and jewels and things, and she's a-goin out of one fainting fit into another, with hardly time to say 'Oh, my diamonds!' in between. And Lord Chittenden's away in London.”

”Lady Chittenden,” said Anthea; ”we've seen her. She wears a red-and-white dress, and she has no children of her own and can't abide other folkses'.”

”That's her,” said Martha. ”Well, she's put all her trust in riches, and you see how she's served. They say the diamonds and things was worth thousands of pounds. There was a necklace and a river--whatever that is--and no end of bracelets; and a tarrer and ever so many rings. But there, I mustn't stand talking and all the place to clean down afore your ma comes home.”

”I don't see why she should ever have had such lots of diamonds,” said Anthea when Martha had flounced off. ”She was not at all a nice lady, I thought. And mother hasn't any diamonds, and hardly any jewels--the topaz necklace, and the sapphire ring daddy gave her when they were engaged, and the garnet star, and the little pearl brooch with great-grandpapa's hair in it,--that's about all.”

”When I'm grown up I'll buy mother no end of diamonds,” said Robert, ”if she wants them. I shall make so much money exploring in Africa I shan't know what to do with it.”

”Wouldn't it be jolly,” said Jane dreamily, ”if mother could find all these lovely things, necklaces and rivers of diamonds and tarrers?”

”_Ti--aras_,” said Cyril.

”Ti--aras, then,--and rings and everything in her room when she came home. I wish she would”--

The others gazed at her in horror.

”Well, she _will_,” said Robert; ”you've wished, my good Jane--and our only chance now is to find the Psammead, and if it's in a good temper it _may_ take back the wish and give us another. If not--well--goodness knows what we're in for!--the police of course, and---- Don't cry, silly! We'll stand by you. Father says we need never to be afraid if we don't do anything wrong and always speak the truth.”

But Cyril and Anthea exchanged gloomy glances. They remembered how convincing the truth about the Psammead had been once before when told to the police.

It was a day of misfortunes. Of course the Psammead could not be found.

Nor the jewels, though every one of the children searched the mother's room again and again.

”Of course,” Robert said, ”_we_ couldn't find them. It'll be mother who'll do that. Perhaps she'll think they've been in the house for years and years, and never know they are the stolen ones at all.”

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