I saw him wash out a guinea-pig's hutch yesterday morning.

I'm still frightfully sleepy, I think I'll go back to sand for another nap.

Wake the boys and this dormouse of a Jane, and when you've had your breakfasts we'll have a talk.' 'Don't YOU want any breakfast ?' asked Anthea.
'I daresay I shall pick a bit presently,' it said; 'but sand is all I care about--it's meat and drink to me, and coals and fire and wife and children.' With these words it clambered down by the bedclothes and scrambled back into the bath, where they heard it scratching itself out of sight.
'Well!' said Anthea, 'anyhow our holidays won't be dull NOW.

We've found the Psammead again.' 'No,' said Jane, beginning to put on her stockings.

'We shan't be dull--but it'll be only like having a pet dog now it can't give us wishes.' 'Oh, don't be so discontented,' said Anthea.