Then Anthea remembered, and said-- 'Oh! I WISH I had two pounds ten.' 'So do I, Miss, I'm sure,' said the man with bitter politeness; 'I wish you 'ad, I'm sure!' Anthea's hand was on the counter, something seemed to slide under it.
She lifted it.

There lay five bright half sovereigns.
'Why, I HAVE got it after all,' she said; 'here's the money, now let's have the Sammy,...

the monkey I mean.' The dealer looked hard at the money, but he made haste to put it in his pocket.
'I only hope you come by it honest,' he said, shrugging his shoulders.
He scratched his ear again.
'Well!' he said, 'I suppose I must let you have it, but it's worth thribble the money, so it is--' He slowly led the way out to the hutch--opened the door gingerly, and made a sudden fierce grab at the Psammead, which the Psammead acknowledged in one last long lingering bite.
'Here, take the brute,' said the shopman, squeezing the Psammead so tight that he nearly choked it.

'It's bit me to the marrow, it have.' The man's eyes opened as Anthea held out her arms.
'Don't blame me if it tears your face off its bones,' he said, and the Psammead made a leap from his dirty horny hands, and Anthea caught it in hers, which were not very clean, certainly, but at any rate were soft and pink, and held it kindly and closely.
'But you can't take it home like that,' Cyril said, 'we shall have a crowd after us,' and indeed two errand boys and a policeman had already collected.
'I can't give you nothink only a paper-bag, like what we put the tortoises in,' said the man grudgingly.
So the whole party went into the shop, and the shopman's eyes nearly came out of his head when, having given Anthea the largest paper-bag he could find, he saw her hold it open, and the Psammead carefully creep into it.

'Well!' he said, 'if that there don't beat cockfighting! But p'raps you've met the brute afore.' 'Yes,' said Cyril affably, 'he's an old friend of ours.' 'If I'd a known that,' the man rejoined, 'you shouldn't a had him under twice the money.