Part 32 (2/2)

”And oh, my dearest dear chicks,” she said, ”I am simply dying for a cup of tea! Do run and see if the water boils!”

”So you see it's all right,” Jane whispered. ”She doesn't remember.”

”No more does Martha,” said Anthea, who had been to ask after the state of the kettle.

As the servants sat at their tea, Beale the gamekeeper dropped in. He brought the welcome news that Lady Chittenden's diamonds had not been lost at all. Lord Chittenden had taken them to be re-set and cleaned, and the maid who knew about it had gone for a holiday. So that was all right.

”I wonder if we ever shall see the Psammead again,” said Jane wistfully as they walked in the garden, while mother was putting the Lamb to bed.

”I'm sure we shall,” said Cyril, ”if you really wished it.”

”We've promised never to ask it for another wish,” said Anthea.

”I never want to,” said Robert earnestly.

They did see it again, of course, but not in this story. And it was not in a sand-pit either, but in a very, very, very different place. It was in a---- But I must say no more.

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