'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. *Project Gutenberg Etext of Five Children and It, by E. Nesbit*