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The Story of the Amulet

By E. Nesbit.

Table of Contents Titlepage Imprint Dedication The Story of the Amulet I: The Psammead II: The Half Amulet III: The Past IV: Eight Thousand Years Ago V: The Fight in the Village VI: The Way to Babylon VII: ā€œThe Deepest Dungeon Below the Castle Moatā€ VIII: The Queen in London IX: Atlantis X: The Little Black Girl and Julius Caesar XI: Before Pharaoh XII: The Sorry-Present and the Expelled Little Boy XIII: The Shipwreck on the Tin Islands XIV: The Heartā€™s Desire List of Illustrations Colophon Uncopyright Imprint The Standard Ebooks logo.

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To
Dr. Wallis Budge
of
the British Museum
this book is dedicated
as a small token of gratitude for his
unfailing kindness and help in
the making of it

The Story of the Amulet I The Psammead

There were once four children who spent their summer holidays in a white house, happily situated between a sandpit and a chalkpit. One day they had the good fortune to find in the sandpit a strange creature. Its eyes were on long horns like snailā€™s eyes, and it could move them in and out like telescopes. It had ears like a batā€™s ears, and its tubby body was shaped like a spiderā€™s and covered with thick soft furā ā€”and it had hands and feet like a monkeyā€™s. It told the childrenā ā€”whose names were Cyril, Robert, Anthea, and Janeā ā€”that it was a Psammead or sand-fairy. (Psammead is pronounced Sammy-ad.) It was old, old, old, and its birthday was almost at the very beginning of everything. And it had been buried in the sand for thousands of years. But it still kept its fairylikeness, and part of this fairylikeness was its power to give people whatever they wished for. You know fairies have always been able to do this. Cyril, Robert, Anthea, and Jane now found their wishes come true; but, somehow, they never could think of just the right things to wish for, and their wishes sometimes turned out very oddly indeed. In the end their unwise wishings landed them in what Robert called ā€œa very tight place indeed,ā€ and the Psammead consented to help them out of it in return for their promise never never to ask it to grant them any more wishes, and never to tell anyone about it, because it did not want to be bothered to give wishes to anyone ever any more. At the moment of parting Jane said politelyā ā€”

ā€œI wish we were going to see you again some day.ā€

And the Psammead, touched by this friendly thought, granted the wish. The book about all this is called Five Children and It, and it ends up in a most tiresome way by sayingā ā€”

ā€œThe children did see the Psammead again, but it was not in the sandpit; it wasā ā€”but I must say no moreā ā€”ā€

The reason that nothing more could be said was that I had not then been able to find out exactly when and where the children met the Psammead again. Of course I knew they would meet it, because it was a beast of its word, and when it said a thing would happen, that thing happened without fail. How different from the people who tell us about what weather it is going to be on Thursday next, in London, the South Coast, and Channel!

The summer holidays during which the Psammead had been found and the wishes given had been wonderful holidays in the country, and the children had the highest hopes of just such another holiday for the next summer. The winter holidays were beguiled by the wonderful happenings of The Phoenix and the Carpet, and the loss of these two treasures would have left the children in despair, but for the splendid hope of their next holiday in the country. The world, they felt, and indeed had some reason to feel, was full of wonderful thingsā ā€”and they were really the sort of people that wonderful things happen to. So they looked forward to the summer holiday; but when it came everything was different, and very, very horrid. Father had to go out to Manchuria to telegraph news about the war to the tiresome paper he wrote forā ā€”the Daily Bellower, or something like that, was its name. And Mother, poor dear Mother, was away in Madeira, because she had been very ill. And The Lambā ā€”I mean the babyā ā€”was with her. And Aunt Emma, who was Motherā€™s sister, had suddenly married Uncle Reginald, who was Fatherā€™s brother, and they had gone to China, which is much too far off for you to expect to be asked to spend the holidays in, however fond your aunt and uncle may be of you. So the children were left in the care of old Nurse, who lived in Fitzroy Street, near the British Museum, and though she was always very kind to them, and indeed spoiled them far more than would be good for the most

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