it! Oh, do let's!'

'_I_ don't care what you do,' said the Psammead; 'I'll go back to
sand again till you've made up your minds.'

'No, don't!' said everybody; and Jane added, 'We are quite mind
made-up--don't you see we are? Let's get our hats. Will you
come with us?'

'Of course,' said the Psammead; 'how else would you find the
shop?'

So everybody got its hat. The Psammead was put into a flat
bass-bag that had come from Farringdon Market with two pounds of
filleted plaice in it. Now it contained about three pounds and a
quarter of solid Psammead, and the children took it in turns to
carry it.

'It's not half the weight of The Lamb,' Robert said, and the
girls sighed.

The Psammead poked a wary eye out of the top of the basket every
now and then, and told the children which turnings to take.

'How on earth do you know?' asked Robert. 'I can't think how you
do it.'

And the Psammead said sharply, 'No--I don't suppose you can.'

At last they came to THE shop. It had all sorts and kinds of