“It‘s lovely，” said Lucy， and so it was； an omelette， piping ot， cold lamb and green peas， a strawberry ice， lemon quash to drink with the meal and a cup of chocolate to ollow. But the Magician himself drank only wine and ate nly bread. There was nothing alarming about him， and ucy and he were soon chatting away like old friends. “When will the spell work？” asked Lucy. “Will the Dufferse visible again at once？”
“Oh yes， they’re visible now. But they‘re probably all sleep still； they always take a rest in the middle of the day.” “And now that they’re visible， are you going to let them ff being ugly？ Will you make them as they were before？” “Well， that‘s rather a delicate question，” said the Magician. You see， it’s only they who think they were so nice to look at efore. They say they‘ve been uglified， but that isn’t what I alled it. Many people might say the change was for the better.“ “Are they awfully conceited？”
“They are. Or at least the Chief Duffer is， and he‘s taughtl the rest to be. They always believe every word he says.”
“We’d noticed that，” said Lucy.
