CHAPTER EIGHT
t into tyard.
quot;s to be target?quot; asked Peter.
quot;I t apple ; said Susan.
quot;tll do nicely, lass,quot; said trumpkin. quot;You mean the arch?”
quot;No, not t,quot; said Susan. quot;ttlement.”
t;Looks more like a c; tered, but loud.
tossed up for first s (greatly to terest of trumpkin, . to s from top of teps t led from to tyard. Everyone could see from took ion and .
t tring. It s. tiny apple stering do to top of teps and strung enjoying c because s about ting t because Susan endered t s ed to beat someone c to later, tle soft t quiet place, to t.
quot;O; sed ther children.
quot;It really any better t; said Susan to t;I tiny breat.”
quot;No, t,quot; said trumpkin. quot;Dont tell me. I kno even say t t c w my arm well back -”
quot;O; asked Lucy. quot;Do let me look.”
quot;Its not a sigtle girls,quot; began trumpkin, but then he suddenly checked himself.
quot;talking like a fool again,quot; ;I suppose youre as likely to be a great surgeon as your broto be a great ser to be a great archer.”
doeps and took off tle s, sion) as a sailors t muco unroll. Underneat looked very nasty and t;Orumpkin,quot; said Lucy. quot;; to it one single drop of the cordial from her flask.
quot; ; said trumpkin. But urned ed and e see it as ing o very difficult positions as you do o scratc is just out of reac and tried to crying, quot;Giants and junipers! Its cured! I