'Come on, let's get the Psammead and go now.

I think Babylon seems a most frightfully jolly place to go to.' So they woke the Psammead and put it in its bass-bag with the waterproof sheet, in case of inclement weather in Babylon.

It was very cross, but it said it would as soon go to Babylon as anywhere else.

'The sand is good thereabouts,' it added.
Then Jane held up the charm, and Cyril said-- 'We want to go to Babylon to look for the part of you that was lost.
Will you please let us go there through you ?' 'Please put us down just outside,' said Jane hastily; 'and then if we don't like it we needn't go inside.' 'Don't be all day,' said the Psammead.
So Anthea hastily uttered the word of power, without which the charm could do nothing.
'Ur--Hekau--Setcheh!' she said softly, and as she spoke the charm grew into an arch so tall that the top of it was close against the bedroom ceiling.

Outside the arch was the bedroom painted chest-of-drawers and the Kidderminster carpet, and the washhand-stand with the riveted willow-pattern jug, and the faded curtains, and the dull light of indoors on a wet day.