Lucy could hardly tear herself away from that first page， but when she turned over， the next was just as interesting. “But I must get on，” she told herself. And on she went for about thirty pages which， if she could have rememberedhem， would have taught her how to find buried treasure， ow to remember things forgotten， how to forget things ou wanted to forget， how to tell whether anyone was peaking the truth， how to call up （or prevent） wind， fog， now， sleet or rain， how to produce enchanted sleeps nd how to give a man an ass’s head （as they did to poor ottom）. And the longer she read the more wonderful and ore real the pictures became.
