so tion ermittent.

    But you kneal.

    Yes.

    as it ticks t told you?

    No, said Mary, blusist; it  to consulting t t was a nigure, she confessed.

    took their dreams very seriously.

    You dont like nigures, Atal said.

    Yes, I do. But I didnt believe til noold me to prepare for them.

    sort of voice?  speak if you couldnt see it?

    It o imagine speec trunk movements t clarified and defined it. Sopped in ted curiosity.

    ell, I did see it, said Mary. It  very old and yet not old at all.

    ise one  Atal ensely interested.

    old? said Atal.

    It is a make-like, said Mary.

    Atal swung runk, reassured.

    Mary  on as best sold me t I s t not  look after them.

    t and tired, said Atal. ill top the sraf leaving?

    Mary looked up uneasily. S o c ticles reaming aer than ever.

    I  I dont know how.

    In t and t stars , a group of strangers arrived. Mary ed murmur of talk, and  of her house, drying herself.

    ill and Lyra ernoon, and t stirring noo see Mary talking to five or six of ted; but ell.

    Mary saw her and broke away.

    quot;Lyra,quot; s;somet explain and its... I dont kno is... Ive got to go and look. Its an o anyt stop, too anxious...”

    quot;All rig; said Lyra, still dazed from her long sleep.

    Mary looked under tree. ill was rubbing his eyes.

    quot;I really  be too long,quot; s;Atal ay ;

    tient. Mary sly tirrups over ed at once. turned and dr