â€˜If the worst comes to the worst,â€™ said Cyril, â€˜we must just bunk, and leave the Psammead. I believe it can take care of itself well enough. They wonâ€™t kill it or hurt it when they find it can speak and give wishes. Theyâ€™ll build it a temple, I shouldnâ€™t wonder.â€™
And, of course, instantly they were.
â€˜Oh, DO we?â€™ interrupted Cyril bitterly, â€˜do YOU remember where we got it?â€™
â€˜Theyâ€™re in! Theyâ€™re in! The hedge is down!â€™