LUCYLOOKSINTOAWARDROBE

    OherewerefourchildrenwhosenameswerePeter,Susan,EdmundandLucy.ThisstoryisaboutsomethingthathappehemwhentheyweresentawayfromLondthewarbecauseoftheair-raids.TheyweresenttothehouseofanoldProfessorwholivedintheheartofthetry,tenmilesfromtherailwaystationandtwomilesfromthepostoffice.HehadnowifeandhelivedinaverylargehousewithahousekeepercalledMrsMacreadyandthreeservants.(TheirnameswereIvy,Margaretay,buttheydonoteintothestorymuch.)Hehimselfwasaveryoldmanwithshaggywhitehairwhichgrewovermostofhisfaceaswellasonhishead,andtheylikedhimalmostatoonthefirsteveningwhenhecameouttomeetthematthefrontdoorhewassoodd-lookingthatLucy(whowastheyou)wasalittleafraidofhim,andEdmund(whowastheyou)waolaughandhadtokeepoendinghewasblowinghisohideit.

    AssoonastheyhadsaidgoodnighttotheProfessoairsonthefirstnight,theboyscameintothegirlsroomandtheyalltalkeditover.

    "Wevefallenonourfeetandnomistake,"saidPeter."Thisisgoingtobeperfectlysplendid.Thatoldchapwillletusdoanythingwelike.”

    "Ithinkhesanolddear,"saidSusan.

    "Oh,eoffit!"saidEdmund,whowastiredaendingnottobetired,whichalwaysmadehimbad-tempered."Dontgoontalkinglikethat.”

    "Likewhat?"saidSusan;"andanyway,itstimeyouwereinbed.”

    &qutotalklikeMother,"saidEdmund."AndwhoareyoutosaywhenImtogotobed?Gotobedyourself.”

    "Hadntweallbettergotobed?"saidLucy."Theressuretobearowifwereheardtalkinghere.”

    "Notherew