“Batty！” said Edmund， tapping his head. “Quite batty.”
“What do you mean， Lu？” asked Peter.
“What I said，” answered Lucy. “It was just after breakfast when I went into the wardrobe， and I’ve been away for hours and hours， and had tea， and all sorts of things have happened.”
“Don‘t be silly， Lucy，” said Susan. “We’ve only just come out of that room a moment ago， and you were there then.”
“She‘s not being silly at all，” said Peter， “she’s just making up a story for fun， aren‘t you， Lu？ And why shouldn’t she？”
“No， Peter， I‘m not，” she said. “It’s.it‘s a magic wardrobe. There’s a wood inside it， and it‘s snowing， and there’s a Faun and a Witch and it‘s called Narnia； come and see.”
The others did not know what to think， but Lucy was so excited that they all went back with her into the room. She rushed ahead of them， flung open the door of the wardrobe and cried， “Now！ Go in and see for yourselves.”
“Why， you goose，” said Susan， putting her head inside and pulling the fur coats apart， “it’s just an ordinary wardrobe； look！ there‘s the back of it.”
