Mr Beaver, e fitted.”

    Mr Beaver   say anyt all.

    quot;Peter, Adams Son,quot; said Fatmas.

    quot;; said Peter.

    quot;ts,quot; ;and tools not toys.  time to use t ; ito Peter a s t as a ripe stra t  of the sword

    and everyt needed,  and it  t size and o use. Peter  and solemn as  s, for  t.

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    And o your lips; and blo, to you.”

    Last of all ;Lucy, Eves Daug; and Lucy came forle bottle of  people said after it ;In ttle,quot; ;t groains of t, a feore to defend yourse at  great need. For you also are not to be in battle.”

    quot;; said Lucy. quot;I t kno I think I could be brave  enough.”

    quot;t is not t,quot; ;But battles are ugly ; - ; for you  all!quot; and  out (I suppose from t  nobody quite saray containing five cups and saucers, a bo big teapot all sizzling and piping . t quot;Merry  Cmas! Long live true King!quot; and cracked  of sig tarted.

    Peter  dras s to Mr  Beaver,  stand talking till teas got cold.  Just like men. Come and o carry tray do of bringing the bread-knife.”

    So doeep bank t and back to t  some of to sandea and  everyone enjoyed t long before t;time to be moving on now.”