CHAPTER SEVEN
and is asking about you everyoget kno it! Its t t; And s off into giggles. Serrible giggler, as Aravis now remembered.
quot;It isnt funny at all,quot; s;Its dreadfully serious. here can you hide me?”
quot;No difficulty at all, my dear girl,quot; said Lasaraleen. quot;Ill take you s not mucains dra to see people. t in o go about s up like this.”
quot;I ed out to me like t,quot; said Aravis.
quot;No, no, of course, darling,quot; said Lasaraleen absentmindedly. quot;But you even told me yet he dress.”
quot;Anot; said Aravis. quot;You must tell your people to treat ts part of t. talking horses from Narnia.”
quot;Fancy!quot; said Lasaraleen. quot;ing! And oaying in tas present. t ies and s and t fortnig see t sty myself. But some of taken out on a river party terday, and I was wearing my-”
quot; your people telling everyone t youve got a visitor - dressed like a beggars brat - in your mig round to my father.”
quot;No keep on fussing, t; said Lasaraleen. quot;ell get you some proper clot. And here we are!”
topped and tter Sa aken into a fees earlier in anot of ty. Lasaraleen Aravis reminded ic o t not telling anyone of tresss strange visitor.
quot;Sorry, darling, it out of my ; said Lasareleen. quot;here. All of you.
And you, doorkeeper. No one is to be let out of today. And anyone I catcalking about t beaten to deater t be kept on bread and er for six here.”
Alto ory, sing to