a fine  er day in traigree-trunks t rising, very red and clear. Everytly still, as if ure in t country. t even a robin or a squirrel among trees, and  tretcion. he shivered.

    o  ;imaginary countryquot;  not to  all.  t s be some;Lucy! Lucy! Im oo-Edmund.”

    there was no answer.

    quot;S all tely,quot; t Edmund.  And t like to admit t  mucrange, cold, quiet place; so ed again.

    quot;I say, Lu! Im sorry I didnt believe you. I see no Pax.”

    Still there was no answer.

    quot;Just like a girl,quot; said Edmund to ;sulking some an apology.quot;  muc made up o go ened and t  last t into sigwo reindeer.

    t tland ponies and te t even te compared  t leat a fat d anding. assel  s point; ead of  a rug. But be in t a very  different person - a great lady, taller t Edmund e fur up to  and raig e - not merely pale, but  for  iful  face in ots, but proud and cold and stern.

    t as it came so.

    quot;Stop!quot; said t  t sat doood cs and  bloy air t of trils looked like smoke.

    quot;And ; said t Edmund.

    quot;Im-Im-my names Edmund,quot; said Edmund rat like  t him.

    t;Is t ; serner than ever.

    quot;I beg your pardon, your Majesty, I didnt kno; said Edmund:  quot;Not kno; cried s;ter  er. But I repeat-w are you?”

    quot;Please, your Majesty,quot; said Edmund, quot;I dont kno  sc least I s the holidays now.”