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frighten you girls, but I believe it's beginning with me already. My foot's quite dead. I'm turning to stone, I
know I am, and so will you in a minute.'
'Never mind,' said Robert kindly, 'perhaps you'll be the only stone one, and the rest of us will be all
right, and we'll cherish your statue and hang garlands on it.'
But when it turned out that Cyril's foot had only gone to sleep through his sitting too long with it under
him, and when it came to life in an agony of pins and needles, the others were quite cross.
'Giving us such a fright for nothing!' said Anthea.
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The third and miserablest silence of all was broken by Jane. She said: 'If we DO come out of this all
right, we'll ask the Sammyadd to make it so that the servants don't notice anything different, no matter
what wishes we have.'
The others only grunted. They were too wretched even to make good resolutions.
At last hunger and fright and crossness and tiredness - four very nasty things - all joined together to
bring one nice thing, and that was sleep. The children lay asleep in a row, with their beautiful eyes shut
and their beautiful mouths open. Anthea woke first. The sun had set, and the twilight was coming on.
Anthea pinched herself very hard, to make sure, and when she found she could still feel pinching she
decided that she was not stone, and then she pinched the others. They, also, were soft.
'Wake up,' she said, almost in tears of joy; 'it's all right, we're not stone. And oh, Cyril, how nice and
ugly you do look, with your old freckles and your brown hair and your little eyes. And so do you all!' she
added, so that they might not feel jealous.
When they got home they were very much scolded by Martha, who told them about the strange
children.
'A good-looking lot, I must say, but that impudent.'
'I know,' said Robert, who knew by experience how hopeless it would be to try to explain things to
Martha.
'And where on earth have you been all this time, you naughty little things, you?'
'In the lane.'
'Why didn't you come home hours ago?'
'We couldn't because of THEM,' said Anthea.
'Who?'
'The children who were as beautiful as the day. They kept us there till after sunset. We couldn't come
back till they'd gone. You don't know how we hated them! Oh, do, do give us some supper - we are so
hungry.'
'Hungry! I should think so,' said Martha angrily; 'out all day like this. Well, I hope it'll be a lesson to
you not to go picking up with strange children - down here after measles, as likely as not! Now mind, if
you see them again, don't you speak to them - not one word nor so much as a look - but come straight
away and tell me. I'll spoil their beauty for them!'
'If ever we DO see them again we'll tell you,' Anthea said; and Robert, fixing his eyes fondly on the
cold beef that was being brought in on a tray by cook, added in heartfelt undertones -
'And we'll take jolly good care we never DO see them again.'
And they never have.
Chapter 2
Golden Guineas
nthea woke in the morning from a very real sort of dream, in which she was walking in the
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Zoological Gardens on a pouring wet day without any umbrella. The animals seemed desperately
unhappy because of the rain, and were all growling gloomily. When she awoke, both the growling and the
rain went on just the same. The growling was the heavy regular breathing of her sister Jane, who had a
slight cold and was still asleep. The rain fell in slow drops on to Anthea's face from the wet corner of a
bath-towel which her brother Robert was gently squeezing the water out of, to wake her up, as he now
explained.
'Oh, drop it!' she said rather crossly; so he did, for he was not a brutal brother, though very ingenious
in apple-pie beds, booby-traps, original methods of awakening sleeping relatives, and the other little
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accomplishments which make home happy.
'I had such a funny dream,' Anthea began.
'So did I,' said Jane, wakening suddenly and without warning. 'I dreamed we found a Sand-fairy in
the gravel-pits, and it said it was a Sammyadd, and we might have a new wish every day, and -'
'But that's what I dreamed,' said Robert. 'I was just going to tell you - and we had the first wish
directly it said so. And I dreamed you girls were donkeys enough to ask for us all to be beautiful as the
day, and we jolly well were, and it was perfectly beastly.'
'But CAN different people all dream the same thing?' said Anthea, sitting up in bed, 'because I
dreamed all that as well as about the Zoo and the rain; and Baby didn't know us in my dream, and the
servants shut us out of the house because the radiantness of our beauty was such a complete disguise,
and -'
The voice of the eldest brother sounded from across the landing.
'Come on, Robert,' it said, 'you'll be late for breakfast again - unless you mean to shirk your bath like
you did on Tuesday.'
'I say, come here a sec,' Robert replied. 'I didn't shirk it; I had it after brekker in father's
dressing-room, because ours was emptied away.'
Cyril appeared in the doorway, partially clothed.
'Look here,' said Anthea, 'we've all had such an odd dream. We've all dreamed we found a
Sand-fairy.'
Her voice died away before Cyril's contemptuous glance. 'Dream?' he said, 'you little sillies, it's
TRUE. I tell you it all happened. That's why I'm so keen on being down early. We'll go up there directly
after brekker, and have another wish. Only we'll make up our minds, solid, before we go, what it is we
do want, and no one must ask for anything unless the others agree first. No more peerless beauties for
this child, thank you. Not if I know it!'
The other three dressed, with their mouths open. If all that dream about the Sand-fairy was real, this
real dressing seemed very like a dream, the girls thought. Jane felt that Cyril was right, but Anthea was
not sure, till after they had seen Martha and heard her full and plain reminders about their naughty
conduct the day before. Then Anthea was sure. 'Because,' said she, 'servants never dream anything but
the things in the Dream-book, like snakes and oysters and going to a wedding - that means a funeral, and
snakes are a false female friend, and oysters are babies.'
'Talking of babies,' said Cyril, 'where's the Lamb?' 'Martha's going to take him to Rochester to see
her cousins. Mother said she might. She's dressing him now,' said Jane, 'in his very best coat and hat.
Bread-and-butter, please.'
'She seems to like taking him too,' said Robert in a tone of wonder.
'Servants do like taking babies to see their relations,' Cyril said. 'I've noticed it before - especially in
their best things.'
'I expect they pretend they're their own babies, and that they're not servants at all, but married to
noble dukes of high degree, and they say the babies are the little dukes and duchesses,' Jane suggested
dreamily, taking more marmalade. 'I expect that's what Martha'll say to her cousin. She'll enjoy herself
most frightfully-'
'She won't enjoy herself most frightfully carrying our infant duke to Rochester,' said Robert, 'not if
she's anything like me - she won't.'
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