ond t of mortals. So s t to make up for not  , so tell you ed  for someto happen.

    As not tures. And all at once s ted - a picture of a train,  ing in it. S once. ton and Anne  Featone.

    Only no   outside t;coming onquot;)

    s they were saying.

    quot;Serm?quot; said Anne, quot;or are you still going  to be all taken up h Lucy Pevensie. “

    quot;Dont knoaken up,quot; said Marjorie.

    quot;O; said Anne. quot;You   term.”

    quot;No, I ,quot; said Marjorie. quot;Ive got more sense t. Not a bad  little kid in  I ting pretty tired of erm.”

    quot;ell, you jolly  erm!quot; sed Lucy.  quot;ttle beast.quot; But t once reminded  salking to a picture and t ther world.

    quot;ell,quot; said Lucy to ;I did tter of . And I  did all sorts of t term, and I stuck to  many ot too. And to Anne Featone of all people! I s of otures. No. I  look at any more. I  , I  and  effort surned over t not before a large, angry  tear .

    On t page so a spell quot;for t of t.  tures iful. And   on for to ttom of tten t s all. Sory  as if it ures oo.  to to t;t is t story Ive ever read or ever s for ten years. At least  Ill read it over again.”

    But  of to play. You couldnt turn  back. t-urned; t-.

    quot;O a s; said Lucy. quot;I did so  to read it again. ell, at  least I must remember it. Lets see . . . it  . . . about . . . os  all fading away again.

    And even t page is going blank. tten? It  a cup and a sree and a green  much.

    But