amagain.Itwaslikethatnow.AtthenameofAslaneaeofthechildresomethingjumpinitsinside.Edmuasensationofmysterioushorror.Peterfeltsuddenlybraveandadventurous.Susaasifsomedeliellorsomedelightfulstrainofmusichadjustfloatedbyher.AndLucygotthefeelingyouhavewhenyouinthemandrealizethatitisthebeginningoftheholidaysorthebeginningofsummer.

    "AndwhataboutMrTumnus,"saidLucy;"whereishe?”

    "S-s-s-sh,"saidtheBeaver,"nothere.Imustbringyouwherewehavearealtalkandalsodinner.”

    NooneexceptEdmuanydifficultyabouttrustingthebeavernow,andeveryone,includingEdmund,wasverygladtoheartheword"dinner".

    Theythereforeallhurriedalongbehindtheirnewfriendwholedthematasurprisinglyquickpadalwaysihickestpartsoftheforest,foroveranhour.Everyonewasfeeliiredandveryhungrywhensuddenlythetreesbegahinnerinfrontofthemandthegroundtofallsteeplydownhill.Amiertheycameoutuheopensky(thesunwasstillshining)andfoundthemselveslookingdownonafinesight.

    Theywerestandingontheedgeofasteep,narrowvalleyatthebottomofwhi-atleastitwouldhavebeenrunningifithadntbeenfrozen-afairlylargeriver.Justbelowthemadamhadbeenbuiltacrossthisriver,aheysawiteveryonesuddenlyrememberedthatofcoursebeaversarealwaysmakingdamsaquitesurethatMrBeaverhadmadethisoheyalsonoticedthathenowhadasortofmodestexpressiononhis,face-thesortoflookpeoplehavewhenyouarevisitingagardentheyvemadeorreadingastorytheyvewritten.SoitwasonlyonpolitenesswhenSusansaid,"Whatalovelydam!"AndMrBeaverdidntsay"Hush"