golden apples as firm and juicy as you could wish to see. “And this is not the only tree，” said Edmund with hismouth full of apple. “Look there.and there.”
“Why， there are dozens of them，” said Susan， throwingaway the core of her first apple and picking her second. “This must have been an orchard.long， long ago， before the place went wild and the wood grew up.”
“Then this was once an inhabited island，” said Peter. “And what‘s that？” said Lucy， pointing ahead.
“By Jove， it’s a wall，” said Peter. “An old stone wall.”