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dren instead of the dusky figures. For every single Indian had vanished on the instant at their leader's word. The Psammead must have been there all the time. And it had given the Indian chief his wish.
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Martha brought home a jug with a pattern of storks and long grasses on it. Also she brought back all Anthea's money.
"My cousin, she gave me the jug for luck; she said it was an odd one what the basin of had got smashed."
"Oh, Martha, you are a dear!" sighed Anthea, throwing her arms round her.
"Yes," giggled Martha, "you'd better make the most of me while you've got me. I shall give your ma notice directly minute she comes back."
"Oh, Martha, we haven't been so very horrid to you, have we?" asked Anthea, aghast.
"Oh, it isn't that, miss." Martha giggled more than ever. "I'm a-goin' to be married. Its Beale the gamekeeper. He's been a-proposin' to me off and on ever since you come
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