ONCEtherewerefourchildrenwhosenameswerePeter, Susan, Edmund,andLucy,andithasbeentoldinanotherbookcalledTheLion, , ; butwhentheycamebackthroughthedoorandfoundthemselvesinEnglandagain, , noonenoticedthattheyhadeverbeenaway, andtheynevertoldanyoneexceptoneverywisegrown-up.
Thathadallhappenedayearago, , infact, , whichwasajunction; andhere, inafewminutes, onetrainwouldarriveandtakethegirlsawaytooneschool, , whentheywerealltogether, alwaysseemedtobepartoftheholidays; butnowwhentheywouldbesayinggood-byeandgoingdifferentwayssosoon, everyonefeltthattheholidayswerereallyoverandeveryonefelttheirterm-timefeelingsbeginningagain, .
Itwasanempty, sleepy, , likesomeonewhohasbeenstungbyawasp.
“What'sup, Lu?” saidEdmund—andthensuddenlybrokeoffandmadeanoiselike “Ow!”
“Whatonearth—” beganPeter, , hesaid, “Susan, letgo! Whatareyoudoing? Whereareyoudraggingmeto?”
“I'mnottouchingyou,” saidSusan.“—oh—oh—stopit!”
Everyonenoticedthatalltheothers' faceshadgoneverywhite.
“Ifeltjustthesame,” saidEdmundinabreathlessvoice.“—ugh! it'sbeginningagain.”
“Metoo,” saidLucy.“Oh, Ican'tbearit.”
“Looksharp!” shoutedEdmund.“—!”
“Yes,” saidSusan.“, Idowishitwouldstop—oh!”
Nextmomenttheluggage, theseat, theplatform, , holdinghandsandpanting, foundthemselvesstandinginawoodyplace—.
“Oh, Peter!” exclaimedLucy.“DoyouthinkwecanpossiblyhavegotbacktoNarnia?”
“Itmightbeanywhere,” saidPeter.“Ican''strytogetintotheopen—ifthereisanyopen.”
