for slugs that he had read about in the Home-made Gardener, and
when it was post-time the letter could not be found, and it never
was found. Perhaps the slugs ate it.

jane's letter was the only one that went. She meant to tell her
mother all about the Psammead - in fact -they had all meant to do
this - but she spent so long thinking how to spell the word that
there was no time to tell the story properly, and it is useless to
tell a story unless you do tell it properly, so she had to be
contented with this -


MY DEAR MOTHER DEAR,

We are all as as good as we can, like you told us to, and the Lamb
has a little cold, but Martha says it is nothing, only he upset the
goldfish into himself yesterday morning. When we were up at the
sand-pit the other day we went round by the safe way where carts
go, and we found a --


Half an hour went by before Jane felt quite sure that they could
none of them spell Psammead. And they could not find it in the
dictionary either, though they looked. Then Jane hastily finished
her letter.



We found a strange thing, but it is nearly post-time, so no more at
present from your little girl,