asked Susan.

    quot;Oo do ; said Lucy. quot;Do lets get on. eve done  not, and weve been wo days.”

    quot;And anyo  for a fis again,quot; said  Edmund.

    ts as a kind of bag and put a good many apples  in it. t t no more  freser till t t doo t. to leave Cair Paravel, wo feel like home  again.

    quot;tter steer,quot; said Peter, quot;and Ed and I ake an oar  eac, tter take off our mail: o be pretty  ter be in t directions to t knoter get us a fair  to sea till  he island.”

    And soon t of ts little bays and o look flatter, and t le so groance, bluer, but close round t it  and t ter and ter against ting noise of t.

    It o get te reactom,  mostly pure, pale sand but chem.

    quot;Its like old times,quot; said Lucy. quot;Do you remember our voyage to  terebinthe Lone Islands?”

    quot;Yes,quot; said Susan, quot;and our great s  to ?”

    quot;And t stern lanterns?”

    quot;And ts on the musicians.”

    quot;Do you remember  it sounded like music out of the sky?”

    Presently Susan took over Edmunds oar and o join Lucy.  tood closer in to ted. t it very pretty if t remembered time w was open and breezy and full of merry friends.

    quot;Pty gruelling ; said Peter. quot;Cant I ro?quot;  said Lucy. quot;too big for you,quot; said Peter sly, not because   because rengto spare for talking.