“We’ve fallen on our feet and no mistake，” said Peter. “This is going to be perfectly splendid. That old chap will let us do anything we like.”
“I think he‘s an old dear，” said Susan.
“Oh， come off it！” said Edmund， who was tired and pretending not to be tired， which always made him bad. tempered. “Don’t go on talking like that.”
“Like what？” said Susan； “and anyway， it‘s time you were in bed.”
“Trying to talk like Mother，” said Edmund. “And who areyou to say when I’m to go to bed？ Go to bed yourself.” “Hadn‘t we all better go to bed？” said Lucy. “There’s sureto be a row if we‘re heard talking here.”
“No there won’t，” said Peter. “I tell you this is the sort of house where no one‘s going to mind what we do. Anyway， they won’t hear us. It‘s about ten minutes’ walk from here down to that dining.room， and any amount of stairs and passages in between.”
“What‘s that noise？” said Lucy suddenly. It was a far larger house than she had ever been in before and the thought of all those long passages and rows of doors leading into empty rooms was beginning to make her feel a little creepy.
“It’s only a bird， silly，” said Edmund.