t;tumnus,quot; said Lucy. quot;But I o be getting back.”

    quot;Its only just round t; said t;and toast - and sardines - and cake.”

    quot;ell, its very kind of you,quot; said Lucy. quot;But I s be able to stay  long.”

    quot;If you ake my arm, Daug; said Mr tumnus, quot;I so s the way. Now - off we go.”

    And so Lucy found range creature as if their lives.

    t gone far before to a place tle tle   ttom of one small valley Mr tumnus turned suddenly aside as if o raigo an unusually large rock, but at t moment Lucy found o trance of a cave. As soon as t of a umnus stooped and took a flaming piece of  of  t little pair of tongs, and lit a lamp. quot;No;  ely put a kettle on.

    Lucy t s tle, dry,  clean cave of reddisone  on ttle c;one for me  and one for a friend,quot; said Mr tumnus) and a table and a dresser and a mantelpiece over  t a picture of an old Faun  must lead to Mr tumnuss bedroom, and on one ting out tea titles like tters of Silenus or Nympudy in Popular Legend or Is Man a Myth?

    quot;Nohe Faun.

    And really it ea. tly  boiled, for eacoast, and ttered toast, and toast  opped cake. And ing to talk. ales to tell of life in t. old about t dances and rees  came out to dance  long ing parties after te stag  ing and treasure-seeking  floor; and t summer o  visit times Baccreams ead of er and t self up to jollification for ;Not t it isnt aler no; o cook out from its case on trange little flute t looked as if it  rao play. And tune  t