“Great Scott！” said Peter. “So it was the horn—your own horn, Su—that dragged us all off that at on the platform yesterday m！ I hardly believe it； yet it all fits in.”
“I don’t know why you shouldn’t believe it,” said Lucy, “if you believe in magic at all. Aren’t there lots of stories about magic f people out of one place—out of one world—into another? I mean, when a magi in The Arabian Nights calls up a Jinn, it has to e. We had to e, just like that.”
“Yes,” said Peter, “I suppo what makes it feel so queer is that iories it’s always someone in our world who does the calling. One doesn’t really think about where the Jinn’s ing from.”
“And now we know what it feels like for the Jinn,” said Edmund with a chuckle. “Golly！ It’s a bit unfortable to know that we be whistled for like that. It’s wor than what Father says about living at the mercy of the telephone.”
“But we want to be here, don’t we,” said Lucy, “if Aslan wants us?”
“Meanwhile,” said the Dwarf, “what are we to do? I suppo I’d better go back to King Caspian and tell him no help has e.”
“Great Scott！” said Peter. “So it was the horn—your own horn, Su—that dragged us all off that at on the platform yesterday m！ I hardly believe it； yet it all fits in.”
“I don’t know why you shouldn’t believe it,” said Lucy, “if you believe in magic at all. Aren’t there lots of stories about magic f people out of one place—out of one world—into another? I mean, when a magi in The Arabian Nights calls up a Jinn, it has to e. We had to e, just like that.”
“Yes,” said Peter, “I suppo what makes it feel so queer is that iories it’s always someone in our world who does the calling. One doesn’t really think about where the Jinn’s ing from.”
“And now we know what it feels like for the Jinn,” said Edmund with a chuckle. “Golly！ It’s a bit unfortable to know that we be whistled for like that. It’s wor than what Father says about living at the mercy of the telephone.”
“But we want to be here, don’t we,” said Lucy, “if Aslan wants us?”
“Meanwhile,” said the Dwarf, “what are we to do? I suppo I’d better go back to King Caspian and tell him no help has e.”
“No help?” said Susan. “But it has worked. And here we are.”
“Um—um—yes, to be sure. I e that,” said the Dwarf, who pipe emed to be blocked （at any rate he made himlf very busy ing it）. “But—well—I mean—”
“But don’t you yet e who we are?” shouted Lucy. “You are stupid.”
“I suppo you are the four children out of the old stories,” said Trumpkin. “And I’m very glad to meet you of cour. And it’s very iing, no doubt. But—no offence?’—and he hesitated again.