CHAPTER SEVEN
ot;; said Mr Beaver, quot;Ive found ters of Adam and Eve- and t in.
t ticed as s in tting in t t topped up as soon as the children came in.
quot;So youve come at last!quot; s bot;At last! to t ever I so see tatoes are on boiling and ttles singing and I daresay, Mr Beaver, youll get us some fish.”
quot;t I ; said Mr Beaver, and out of ter o c. took a pail doly at t seem to mind it being so co it, t in a beautiful trout. t all over again until tch of fish.
Meantle and lay table and cut t tes in to and drao put on t t. Lucy t ttle at all like Mr tumnuss cave. tures, and instead of beds t into trings of onions ts and oilskins and cs and pairs of sroar in and fiss and sacks. And table, though very clean, was very rough.
Just as ter and Mr Beaver came in in t fiso be done and ill t;No; Susan drained tatoes and t ty pot to dry on to disrout, so t in a very fees everyone ools (it ools in t for Mrs Beavers ouck to beer) and a great big lump of deep yelloter in table from o go atoes, and all t - and I agree to beat good freser fis it e ago.
And edly out of t and gloriously sticky marmalade roll, steaming , and at time moved ttle on to t o be poured out. And o be able to lean against tentment.
quot;And no; said Mr Beaver, pusy beer mug and pulling ea to till Ive got my pipe lit up and going nicely - o business. Its sno; the window.
quot;ts all tter, because it means o folloracks.”