“Child，” he said， “I think you have been eavesdropping.” “Eavesdropping？”
“You listened to what your two schoolfellows were saying bout you.”
“Oh that？ I never thought that was eavesdropping， Aslan. asn’t it magic？”
“Spying on people by magic is the same as spying on them any other way. And you have misjudged your friend. She weak， but she loves you. She was afraid of the older girl nd said what she does not mean.”
“I don‘t think I’d ever be able to forget what I heard her ay.”
“No， you won‘t.”
“Oh dear，” said Lucy. “Have I spoiled everything？ Do ou mean we would have gone on being friends if it hadn’t een for this.and been really great friends.all our lives erhaps.and now we never shall.”
“Child，” said Aslan， “did I not explain to you once before hat no one is ever told what would have happened？”
“Yes， Aslan， you did，” said Lucy. “I‘m sorry. But please.” “Speak on， dear heart.”
“Shall I ever be able to， read that story again； the one I ouldn’t remember？ Will you tell it to me， Aslan？ Oh do， do， o.”
“Indeed， yes， I will tell it to you for years and years. But ow， come. We must meet the master of this house.”
The Dufflepuds Made Happy