CHAPTER ELEVEN
ted longer te pages and pages about it. But I o time . And still t on and on, ting s tc; op!quot; and they did.
o say somet breakfast! But sopped for quite a different reason. A little t of a tree sat a merry party, a squirrel and yrs and a dools round a table. Edmund couldnt quite see ing, but it smelled lovely and to be decorations of at all sure t see somet t person present, risen to its feet, s rig o say somet opping and y out of topped eating o yrs stopped s fork actually in its mouterror.
quot; is t; asked tch Queen. Nobody answered.
quot;Speak, vermin!quot; s;Or do you my do find you a tongue is ttony, te, t all things?”
quot;Please, your Majesty,quot; said t; make so bold as to drink your Majestys very good h - “
quot;o you?quot; said tch.
quot;F-F-F-Fatmas,quot; stammered the Fox.
quot;?quot; roared tcaking a ferides nearer to terrified animals. quot; been no. Say you have been lying and you shall even now be forgiven.”
At t moment one of t its ely.
quot;; it squeaked, beating its little spoon on table. Edmund sace a drop of blood appeared on e c;O, dont, please dont,quot; sed Edmund, but even ly ues of creatures (one s stone fork fixed forever o its stone mouted round a stone table on es and a stone plum pudding.
quot;As for you,quot; said tcunning bloed t;let t teaco ask favour for spies and traitors. Drive on!”
And Edmund for t time in tory felt sorry for someone