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ONCEtherewerefourchildrenwhosenameswerePeter，Susan，EdmundandLucy．ThisstoryisaboutsomethingthathappenedtothemwhentheyweresentawayfromLondonduringthewarbecauseoftheair-raids．TheyweresenttothehouseofanoldProfessorwholivedintheheartofthecountry，tenmilesfromthenearestrailwaystationandtwomilesfromthenearestpostoffice．HehadnowifeandhelivedinaverylargehousewithahousekeepercalledMrs.Macreadyandthreeservants.（TheirnameswereIvy，MargaretandBetty，buttheydonotcomeintothestorymuch.）Hehimselfwasaveryoldmanwithshaggywhitehairwhichgrewovermostofhisfaceaswellasonhishead，andtheylikedhimalmostatonce；butonthefirsteveningwhenhecameouttomeetthematthefrontdoorhewassoodd-lookingthatLucy（whowastheyoungest）wasalittleafraidofhim，andEdmund（whowasthenextyoungest）wantedtolaughandhadtokeeponpretendinghewasblowinghisnosetohideit．

AssoonastheyhadsaidgoodnighttotheProfessorandgoneupstairsonthefirstnight，theboyscameintothegirls’roomandtheyalltalkeditover．

“We’vefallenonourfeetandnomistake，”saidPeter．“Thisisgoingtobeperfectlysplendid．Thatoldchapwillletusdoanythingwelike．”

“Ithinkhe’sanolddear，”saidSusan．

“Oh，comeoffit！”saidEdmund，whowastiredandpretendingnottobetired，whichalwaysmadehimbad-tempered.“Don’tgoontalkinglikethat．”

“Likewhat？”saidSusan；“andanyway，it’stimeyouwereinbed．”

“TryingtotalklikeMother，”saidEdmund．“AndwhoareyoutosaywhenI’mtogotobed？Gotobedyourself．”

“Hadn’tweallbettergotobed？”saidLucy．“There’ssuretobearowifwe’reheardtalkinghere．”

“Notherewon’t，”saidPeter．“Itellyouthisisthesortofhousewherenoone’sgoingtomindwhatwedo．Anyway，theywon’thearus．It’sabouttenminutes’walkfromheredowntothatdining-room，andanyamountofstairsandpassagesinbetween．”

“What’sthatnoise？”saidLucysuddenly．Itwasafarlargerhousethanshehadeverbeeninbeforeandthethoughtofallthoselongpassagesandrowsofdoorsleadingintoemptyroomswasbeginningtomakeherfeelalittlecreepy．

“It’sonlyabird，silly，”saidEdmund．

“It’sanowl，”saidPeter．“Thisisgoingtobeawonderfulplaceforbirds．Ishallgotobednow．Isay，let’sgoandexploretomorrow．Youmightfindanythinginaplacelikethis．Didyouseethosemountainsaswecamealong？Andthewoods？Theremightbeeagles．Theremightbestags．There’llbehawks．”

“Badgers！”saidLucy．

“Foxes！”saidEdmund．

“Rabbits！”saidSusan．

Butwhennextmorningcametherewasasteadyrainfalling，sothickthatwhenyoulookedoutofthewindowyoucouldseeneitherthemountainsnorthewoodsnoreventhestreaminthegarden．

“Ofcourseitwouldberaining！”saidEdmund．TheyhadjustfinishedtheirbreakfastwiththeProfessorandwereupstairsintheroomhehadsetapartforthem-along，lowroomwithtwowindowslookingoutinonedirectionandtwoinanother．

“Dostopgrumbling，Ed，”saidSusan.“Tentooneit’llclearupinanhourorso．Andinthemeantimewe’reprettywelloff．There’sawirelessandlotsofbooks．”

“Notforme”saidPeter；“I’mgoingtoexploreinthehouse．”

Everyoneagreedtothisandthatwashowtheadventuresbegan.Itwasthesortofhousethatyouneverseemtocometotheendof，anditwasfullofunexpectedplaces．Thefirstfewdoorstheytriedledonlyintosparebedrooms，aseveryonehadexpectedthattheywould；butsoontheycametoaverylongroomfullofpicturesandtheretheyfoundasuitofarmour；andafterthatwasaroomallhungwithgreen，withaharpinonecorner；andthencamethreestepsdownandfivestepsup，andthenakindoflittleupstairshallandadoorthatledoutontoabalcony，andthenawholeseriesofroomsthatledintoeachotherandwerelinedwithbooks-mostofthemveryoldbooksandsomebiggerthanaBibleinachurch．Andshortlyafterthattheylookedintoaroomthatwasquiteemptyexceptforonebigwardrobe；thesortthathasalooking-glassinthedoor．Therewasnothingelseintheroomatallexceptadeadblue-bottleonthewindow-sill．

“Nothingthere！”saidPeter，andtheyalltroopedoutagain-allexceptLucy．Shestayedbehindbecauseshethoughtitwouldbeworthwhiletryingthedoorofthewardrobe，eventhoughshefeltalmostsurethatitwouldbelocked．Tohersurpriseitopenedquiteeasily，andtwomoth-ballsdroppedout．

Lookingintotheinside，shesawseveralcoatshangingup-mostlylongfurcoats．TherewasnothingLucylikedsomuchasthesmellandfeeloffur．Sheimmediatelysteppedintothewardrobeandgotinamongthecoatsandrubbedherfaceagainstthem，leavingthedooropen，ofcourse，becausesheknewthatitisveryfoolishtoshutoneselfintoanywardrobe．Soonshewentfurtherinandfoundthattherewasasecondrowofcoatshangingupbehindthefirstone．Itwasalmostquitedarkinthereandshekeptherarmsstretchedoutinfrontofhersoasnottobumpherfaceintothebackofthewardrobe．Shetookastepfurtherin-thentwoorthreesteps—alwaysexpectingtofeelwoodworkagainstthetipsofherfingers．Butshecouldnotfeelit．

“Thismustbeasimplyenormouswardrobe！”thoughtLucy，goingstillfurtherinandpushingthesoftfoldsofthecoatsasidetomakeroomforher．Thenshenoticedthattherewassomethingcrunchingunderherfeet．“Iwonderisthatmoremothballs？”shethought，stoopingdowntofeelitwithherhand.Butinsteadoffeelingthehard，smoothwoodofthefloorofthewardrobe，shefeltsomethingsoftandpowderyandextremelycold.“Thisisveryqueer，”shesaid，andwentonasteportwofurther.

Nextmomentshefoundthatwhatwasrubbingagainstherfaceandhandswasnolongersoftfurbutsomethinghardandroughandevenprickly．“Why，itisjustlikebranchesoftrees！”exclaimedLucy．Andthenshesawthattherewasalightaheadofher；notafewinchesawaywherethebackofthewardrobeoughttohavebeen，butalongwayoff．Somethingcoldandsoftwasfallingonher．Amomentlatershefoundthatshewasstandinginthemiddleofawoodatnight-timewithsnowunderherfeetandsnowflakesfallingthroughtheair．

Lucyfeltalittlefrightened，butshefeltveryinquisitiveandexcitedaswell．Shelookedbackoverhershoulderandthere，betweenthedarktree—trunks；shecouldstillseetheopendoorwayofthewardrobeandevencatchaglimpseoftheemptyroomfromwhichshehadsetout.（Shehad，ofcourse，leftthedooropen，forsheknewthatitisaverysillythingtoshutoneselfintoawardrobe.）Itseemedtobestilldaylightthere．“Icanalwaysgetbackifanythinggoeswrong，”thoughtLucy．Shebegantowalkforward，crunch-crunchoverthesnowandthroughthewoodtowardstheotherlight．Inabouttenminutesshereacheditandfounditwasalamp-post．Asshestoodlookingatit，wonderingwhytherewasalamp-postinthemiddleofawoodandwonderingwhattodonext，sheheardapitterpatteroffeetcomingtowardsher．Andsoonafterthataverystrangepersonsteppedoutfromamongthetreesintothelightofthelamp-post．

HewasonlyalittletallerthanLucyherselfandhecarriedoverhisheadanumbrella，whitewithsnow．Fromthewaistupwardshewaslikeaman，buthislegswereshapedlikeagoat’s（thehaironthemwasglossyblack）andinsteadoffeethehadgoat’shoofs．Healsohadatail，butLucydidnotnoticethisatfirstbecauseitwasneatlycaughtupoverthearmthatheldtheumbrellasoastokeepitfromtrailinginthesnow．Hehadaredwoollenmufflerroundhisneckandhisskinwasratherreddishtoo．Hehadastrange，butpleasantlittleface，withashortpointedbeardandcurlyhair，andoutofthehairtherestucktwohorns，oneoneachsideofhisforehead．Oneofhishands，asIhavesaid，heldtheumbrella：intheotherarmhecarriedseveralbrown-paperparcels.WhatwiththeparcelsandthesnowitlookedjustasifhehadbeendoinghisChristmasshopping．HewasaFaun．AndwhenhesawLucyhegavesuchastartofsurprisethathedroppedallhisparcels.

“Goodnessgraciousme！”exclaimedtheFaun．

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