The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

expression on his face quite well. He was growling and you could see most of his teeth.
She became horribly afraid and turned over the page at once.
A little later she came to a spell which would let you know what your friends thought
about you. Now Lucy had wanted very badly to try the other spell, the one that made you
beautiful beyond the lot of mortals. So she felt that to make up for not having said it, she
really would say this one. And all in a hurry, for fear her mind would change, she said the
words (nothing will induce me to tell you what they were). Then she waited for
something to happen.
As nothing happened she began looking at the pictures. And all at once she saw the very
last thing she expected - a picture of a third-class carriage in a train, with two schoolgirls
sitting in it. She knew them at once. They were Marjorie Preston and Anne Featherstone.
Only now it was much more than a picture. It was alive. She could see the telegraph posts
flicking past outside the window. Then gradually (like when the radio is "coming on")
she could hear what they were saying.
"Shall I see anything of you this term?" said Anne, "or are you still going to be all taken
up with Lucy Pevensie. "
"Don't know what you mean by taken up," said Marjorie.
"Oh yes, you do," said Anne. "You were crazy about her last term."
"No, I wasn't," said Marjorie. "I've got more sense than that. Not a bad little kid in her
way. But I was getting pretty tired of her before the end of term."
"Well, you jolly well won't have the chance any other term!" shouted Lucy. "Two-faced
little beast." But the sound of her own voice at once reminded her that she was talking to
a picture and that the real Marjorie was far away in another world.
"Well," said Lucy to herself, "I did think better of her than that. And I did all sorts of
things for her last term, and I stuck to her when not many other girls would. And she
knows it too. And to Anne Featherstone of all people! I wonder are all my friends the
same? There are lots of other pictures. No. I won't look at any more. I won't, I won't' and
with a great effort she turned over the page, but not before a large, angry tear had
splashed on it.
On the next page she came to a spell "for the refreshment of the spirit'. The pictures were
fewer here but very beautiful. And what Lucy found herself reading was more like a story
than a spell. It went on for three pages and before she had read to the bottom of the page
she had forgotten that she was reading at all. She was living in the story as if it were real,
and all the pictures were real too. When she had got to the third page and come to the
end, she said, "That is the loveliest story I've ever read or ever shall read in my whole
life. Oh, I wish I could have gone on reading it for ten years. At least I'll read it over
again."