CHAPTERTENTHEMAGISBOOK
THEinvisiblepeoplefeastedtheirguestsroyally。Itwasveryfuesanddishesiableandnottoseeanythem。Itwouldhavebeeheyhadmovedalohefloor，asyouwouldexpegstodoininvisiblehands。Buttheydidn't。Theyprogressedupthelongdining-hallinaseriesofboundsorjumps。Atthehighestpointofeachjumpadishwouldbeaboutfifteeheair;thenitwouldedoquitesuddenlyaboutthreefeetfromthefloor。Whenthedishedanythinglikesouporstewtheresultwasratherdisastrous。
“I'mbeginningtofeelveryihesepeople，”whisperedEustaund。“Doyouthinkthey'rehumanatall?Morelikehugegrasshiantfrogs，Ishouldsay。”
“Itdoeslooklikeit，”saidEdmund。“Butdon'tputtheideaofthegrasshoppersintoLucy'shead。She'snottookees;especiallybigones。”
Themealleasahadnotbeensoexglymessy，andalsoiftheversationhadnotsistedentirelyofagreements。Theinvisiblepeopleagreedab。Ioftheirremarkswerethesortitwouldodisagreeayssayis，'shungry，helikessomevictuals，”darknow;alwaysdoesatnight，”oreven“Ah，you'veeovertheetstuff，ain'tit?”AndLuothelplookingatthedarkyawothefootofthestaircase—shecouldseeitfromwhereshesat—ashewouldfindwhehosestairsm。Butitwasagoodmealotherwise，withmushroomsoupandboiledsandhotboiledhamandgooseberries，redts，curds，cream，milk，aheotherslikedthemeadbutEustacewassorryafterwardthathehaddrunkany。
WhenLucywokeupmitwaslikeonthedayofaionoradaywheothedentist。Itwasalwithbeesbuzzinginandoutofheropenwindowasidelookingverylikeslaupariedtotalkaordinarilyatbreakfast。Then，afterbeingiheChiefVoiceaboutwhatshewastodoupstairs，shebidgoodbyetotheothers，saidnothihebottomofthestairs，andbegangoiongback。
Itwasquitelight，thatwasohing。Therewas，indeed，awindhtaheadofheratthetopht。Aslohatflightshecouldhearthetick-tock-tick-tockofagrandfatherthehallbelow。Thehelandingandhadtoturupthe;afterthatshe'theartheore。
Nowshehadetothetopofthestairs。Lucylookedandsawalong，widepassagewithalargewindowatthefarehepassageranthewholelengthofthehouse。Itwasdpanelledaedandverymanydoorsopeoneachside。Shestoodstilland'thearthesqueakofamouse，orthebuzzingofafly，ortheswayingofa，—exceptthebeatingofhero
&doorwayo，”shesaidtoherself。Itdidseemabithardthatitshouldbethelast。Toreachitshewouldhavetoastroomafterroom。Andinanyrhtbethemagi—asleep，orawake，orinvisible，oreveitwouldn'tdotothinkaboutthat。Shesetoutonherjourwassothickthatherfeetmadenonoise。
“There'snothiobeafraidofyet，”Lucytoldherself。Aainlyitwasaquiet，sunlitpassage;perhapsabittooquiet。Itwouldhavebeeherehadrangesignspaintedihedoorstwisty，pligswhichobviouslyhadameaninganditmightn'tbeaveryher。Itwouldhavebeeillifthereweren'tthosemaskshangingonthewall。Notthattheywereexactlyugly—ornly—buttheemptyeye-holesdidlookqueer，andifyouletyourselfyouwouldsiningthatthemasksweredoingthingsassoonasyourbackwasturhem。
&hesixthdotherfirstrealfright。Foronesedshefeltalmostthatawickedlittlebeardedfacehadpoppedoutofthewallandmadeagrimaceather。Sheforcedherselftostopandlookatit。Anditwasall。Itwasalittlemirrorjustthesizeandshapeofherowhhairoopofitandabeardhangingdownfromit，sothatwhenyoulookedinthemirroryourowedintothehairandbeardanditlookedasiftheybelooyou。“IjustcaughtmyowhthetailofmyeyeasIwentpast，”saidLucytoherself。“Thatwasallitwas。It'squiteharmless。”Butshedidn'tlikethelookofherowhathairandbeard，aon。（Idon'tknowwhattheBeardedGlasswasforbecauseIamnotamagi。）
Beforeshereachedthelastdooro，Lucywasbeginningtowohecrownlongersinceshebeganherjourneyahisartofthemagicofthehouse。Butshegottoitatlast。Andthedooren。
Itwasalargeroomwiththreebigwindowsanditwaslinedfromfloortogwithbooks;morebooksthanLucyhadeverseeinylittlebooks，fatanddumpybooks，andbooksbiggerthananychurchBibleyouhaveeverseen，allbouherandsmellingoldandlearnedandmagical。ButsheknewfromherinstrusthatsheheraboutaheBook，theMagicBook，waslying-deskintheverymiddleoftheroom。Shesawshewouldhavetoreaditstanding（andanywaytherewerenodalsothatshewouldhavetostaothedoorwhileshereadit。Soatooshutthedoor。
Itwouldn'tshut。
SomepeoplemaydisagreewithLucyaboutthis，butIthieright。Shesaidshewouldn'thavemindedifshecouldhaveshutthedoor，butthatitleasaandihatendhtbehindyourback。Ishouldhavefeltjustthesame。Buttherewasobedone。
&hatwooddealwasthesizeoftheBook。TheChiefVoiotbeeogiveheranyideawhereaboutsihespellfthingsvisiblecame。Heevehersurprisedatheraskiedhertobeginatthebeginningandgoooit;obviouslyhehadthattherewasanyotherwayoffindingaplaabook。“Butitmighttakemedaysandweeks!”saidLugatthehugevolume，“andIfeelalreadyasifI'dbeeninthisplaceforhours。”
&uptothedeskandlaidherhandontheberstioucheditasifitwerefullofelectricity。Shetriedtoopenitbut'tatfirst;this，however，wasowasfastes，andwhenshehaduopenedeasilyenough。Andwhatabookit>
Itwaswritten，eninaclear，evenhand，withthistrokesandthinupstre，easierthanprint，ahatLucystaredatitforawholeminuteandfit。Thepaperandsmoothandanicesmellit;andinthemargins，androundthebigcoloredcapitallettersatthebeginningofeachspell，therewerepictures。
&itlepageortitle;thespellsbeganstraightaway，andatfirsttherewasaheywerecuresforwarts（bywashingyourhandsinmoonlightinasilverbasin）andtoothaddaspellfaswarmofbees。Thepianwithtoothachewassolifelikethatitwouldhavesetyourowhagifyoulookedatittoolong，andthegoldenbeeswhichweredottedallrouhspelllookedforamomentasiftheywerereallyflying。
Lucycouldhardlytearherselfawayfromthatfirstpage，butwheurhewasjustasiing。“ButImustgetooldherself。Aforabeswhich，ifshecouldhaverememberedthem，wouldhavetaughtherhowtofireasure，howtsfotten，hsyouwaet，howtotellwhetheranyohetruth，ho（orprevent）wind，fog，sorrain，howtoprodutedsleepsandhowtogiveamananass'shead（astheydidtopoorBottom）。Andthelohemorewonderfulahepicturesbecame。
Theoapagewhichwassuchablazeofpicturesthatonehardlyhewriting。Hardly—butshedidwords。Theywere，Aniomakebeautifulherthatutterethitbeyoofmortals。Lucypeeredatthepictureswithherfaceclosetothepage，andthoughtheyhadseemeddmuddlesomebefore，shefoundsheowseethemquiteclearly。Thefirstictureofagirlstandingatareading-deskreadinginahugebook。AndthegirlwasdressedexactlylikeLutheureLucy（firliurewasLucyherself）withhermouthopenaerribleexpressionoiihihirdpicturethebeautybeyoofmortalshadetoher。Itwasstrange，ghoictureshadlookedatfirst，thattheLuthepiedquiteasbigastherealLudtheylookediher'seyesandtherealLucylookedawayafterafewminutesbecauseshewasdazzledbythebeautyoftheotherLucy;thoughshecouldstillseeasortoflikeoherselfiifulfaowthepicturescamegohidfast。ShesawherselfthronedonhighatagreattourinenandalltheKingshtbecauseofherbeauty。Afterthatitturourorealwars，andallNarniaaelmaranden，Galmaahia，werelaidwastewiththefuryofthekingsanddukesalordswhofoughtforherfavour。ThenitdLucy，stillbeautifulbeyoofmortals，wasbagland。AndSusan（whohadalwaysbeehefamily）America。TheSusaurelookedexactlyliketherealSusanohanastyexpression。AndSusanwasjealousofthedazzliyofLucy，butthatdidn'tmatterabitbeoohingaboutSusannow。
“Iell，”saidLu'tcare。Iwill。”
ShesaidIdon'tcarebecauseshehadastroshemustn't。
Butwhenshelookedbackattheopeningwordsofthespell，thereinthemiddle，whereshefeltquitesuretherehadbeennopicturebefore，shefoufaceofalion，ofTheLion，Aslaariaintedsuchabrightgoldthatitseemedtobeingtowardheroutofthepage;andindeedsheneverwasquitesureafterwardthatithadn'treallymovedalittle。Atanyrateshekheexpressionoelingandyouostofhisteeth。Shebecamehorriblyafraidahepageatonce。
Alittlelatershecametoaspellwhichwouldletyouknowwhatyourfriendsthoughtaboutyou。NowLutedverybadlytotrytheotherspell，theomadeyoubeautifulbeyoofmortals。Soshefeltthattomakeupfornothavingsaidit，shereallywouldsaythisone。Andallinahurry，forfearhermindwouldge，shesaidthewords（nothingwilliellyouwhattheywere）。Theedforsomethingtohappen。
Asnothinghappenedshebeganlookiures。Andallatoheverylastthied—apictureofathird-classcarriageinatrain，withtwoschoolgirlssittingihematoheyrestoherstone。Onlynowitwasmuchmorethanapicture。Itwasalive。Shecouldseethetelegraphpostsfligpastoutsidethewindow。Thengradually（likewhentheradiois“ingon”）shecouldhearwhatthey>
“ShallIseeanythingofyouthisterm?”saidAnne，“orareyoustillgoiakenupwithLusie。”
“Don'tknowwhatyoumeanbytakenup，”saidMarjorie。