Sing questions about   only imagination t y as s of London, and c ime, for all terest Sister Clara seemed to s neat little daemon trotted along at  as brisk and blank as she was.

    In tered table and took Lyras outer coat off and dropped it on the shiny floor.

    “Off , dear,” stle look to see youre nice and bite or sniffles, and too,” s c .

    Pantalaimon fluttered in protest, but Lyra quelled tled on to ment and s sill o conceal it and act dull-ted and compliant.

    “And t, Lizzie,” said tied it rong fingers. S to drop it on t stopped, feeling ter.

    “s ttoned th.

    “Just a sort of toy,” said Lyra. “Its mine.”

    “Yes,  take it aer Clara, unfolding t. “ts pretty, isnt it, like a compass. Into t on, putting ter dohe corner.

    Lyra reluctantly slipped under ter and soaped alaimon percain rail. t nt be too lively, for took emperature and looked into , and t and put ing a note on a clipboard. ty, like tony Makarioss anorak, but again t t very uneasy.

    “t mine,” she said.

    “No, dear. Your clothes need a good wash.”

    “Am I going to get my own ones back?”

    “I expect so. Yes, of course.”

    “ is this place?”

    “Its called tal Station.”

    t  an ans out and asked for more information, s ted dumbly in the dressing and said no more.

    “I  my toy back,” subbornly when she was dressed.

    “take it, dear,” said t you ratty doll?”

    S toys lay like dead tand and pretend to consider for several secon