“We‘ve been there， too，” snapped Jill. She was very angry ecause she could feel enchantment getting hold of her very moment. But of course the very fact that she could ill feel it， showed that it had not yet fully worked.
“And thou art Queen of Narnia too， I doubt not， pretty ne，” said the Witch in the same coaxing， half.mocking one.
“I’m nothing of the sort，” said Jill， stamping her foot. “We ome from another world.”
“Why， this is a prettier game than the other，” said the itch. “Tell us， little maid， where is this other world？ Whathips and chariots go between it and ours？”
Of course a lot of things darted into Jill‘s head at once： xperiment House， Adela Pennyfather， her own home， adio.sets， cinemas， cars， aeroplanes， ration.books， queues. ut they seemed dim and far away. （Thrum.thrum. hrum.went the strings of the Witch’s instrument.） Jill ouldn‘t remember the names of the things in our world.
And this time it didn’t come into her head that she was being enchanted， for now the magic was in its full strength； and of course， the more enchanted you get， the more certain you feel that you are not enchanted at all.
