"Myself," said the Voice, very deep and low so that the earth shook; and again "Myself," loud and clear and gay; and then the third time "Myself," whispered so softly you could hardly hear it, and yet it seemed to come from all round you as if the leaves rustled with it.
My family is reading The Horse and His Boy outloud, again.
I never tire of the Lion.
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W just finished reading that to CM last night! What great stories!
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