'She's going by carrier,' said Jane. 'Let's see them off, then we
shall have done a polite and kindly act, and we shall be quite sure
we've got rid of them for the day.'

So they did.

Martha wore her Sunday dress of two shades of purple, so tight in
the chest that it made her stoop, and her blue hat with the pink
cornflowers and white ribbon. She had a yellow-lace collar with a
green bow. And the Lamb had indeed his very best cream-coloured
silk coat and hat. It was a smart party that the carrier's cart
picked up at the Cross Roads. When its white tilt and red wheels
had slowly vanished in a swirl of chalk-dust -

'And now for the Sammyadd!' said Cyril, and off they went.

As they went they decided on the wish they would ask for. Although
they were all in a great hurry they did not try to climb down the
sides of the gravel-pit, but went round by the safe lower road, as
if they had been carts. They had made a ring of stones round the
place where the Sand-fairy had disappeared, so they easily found
the spot. The sun was burning and bright, and the sky was deep
blue - without a cloud. The sand was very hot to touch.

'Oh - suppose it was only a dream, after all,' Robert said as the
boys uncovered their spades from the sand-heap where they had
buried them and began to dig.

'Suppose you were a sensible chap,' said Cyril; 'one's quite as
likely as the other!'