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Thisisastoryaboutsomethingthathappenedlongagowhenyourgrandfatherwasachild．ItisaveryimportantstorybecauseitshowshowallthecomingsandgoingsbetweenourownworldandthelandofNarniafirstbegan．
InthosedaysMr。SherlockHolmeswasstilllivinginBakerStreetandtheBastableswerelookingfortreasureintheLewishamRoad．Inthosedays，ifyouwereaboyyouhadtowearastiffEtoncollareveryday，andschoolswereusuallynastierthannow．Butmealswerenicer；andasforsweets，Iwon’ttellyouhowcheapandgoodtheywere，becauseitwouldonlymakeyourmouthwaterinvain．AndinthosedaystherelivedinLondonagirlcalledPollyPlummer．
Shelivedinoneofalongrowofhouseswhichwerealljoinedtogether．Onemorningshewasoutinthebackgardenwhenaboyscrambledupfromthegardennextdoorandputhisfaceoverthewall．Pollywasverysurprisedbecauseuptillnowtherehadneverbeenanychildreninthathouse，butonlyMr。KetterleyandMissKetterley，abrotherandsister，oldbachelorandoldmaid，livingtogether．Soshelookedup，fullofcuriosity．Thefaceofthestrangeboywasverygrubby．Itcouldhardlyhavebeengrubbierifhehadfirstrubbedhishandsintheearth，andthenhadagoodcry，andthendriedhisfacewithhishands．Asamatteroffact，thiswasverynearlywhathehadbeendoing．
“Hullo，”saidPolly．
“Hullo，”saidtheboy．“What’syourname？”
“Polly，”saidPolly．“What’syours？”
“Digory，”saidtheboy．
“Isay，whatafunnyname！”saidPolly．
“Itisn’thalfsofunnyasPolly，”saidDigory．
“Yesitis，”saidPolly．
“No，itisn’t，”saidDigory．
“AtanyrateIdowashmyface，”saidPolly，“Whichiswhatyouneedtodo；especiallyafter-”andthenshestopped．Shehadbeengoingtosay“Afteryou’vebeenblubbing，”butshethoughtthatwouldn’tbepolite．
“Allright，Ihavethen，”saidDigoryinamuchloudervoice，likeaboywhowassomiserablethathedidn’tcarewhoknewhehadbeencrying．“Andsowouldyou，”hewenton，“ifyou’dlivedallyourlifeinthecountryandhadapony，andariveratthebottomofthegarden，andthenbeenbroughttoliveinabeastlyHolelikethis．”
“Londonisn’taHole，”saidPollyindignantly．Buttheboywastoowounduptotakeanynoticeofher，andhewenton“AndifyourfatherwasawayinIndia-andyouhadtocomeandlivewithanAuntandanUnclewho’smad（whowouldlikethat？）-andifthereasonwasthattheywerelookingafteryourMother-andifyourMotherwasillandwasgoingto-goingto-die．”Thenhisfacewentthewrongsortofshapeasitdoesifyou’retryingtokeepbackyourtears．
“Ididn’tknow．I’msorry，”saidPollyhumbly．Andthen，becauseshehardlyknewwhattosay，andalsototurnDigory’smindtocheerfulsubjects，sheasked：
“IsMr。Ketterleyreallymad？”
“Welleitherhe’smad，”saidDigory，“orthere’ssomeothermystery．HehasastudyonthetopfloorandAuntLettysaysImustnevergoupthere．Well，thatlooksfishytobeginwith．Andthenthere’sanotherthing．Wheneverhetriestosayanythingtomeatmealtimes-henevereventriestotalktoher-shealwaysshutshimup．Shesays，‘Don’tworrytheboy，Andrew‘or’I’msureDigorydoesn’twanttohearaboutthat‘orelse’Now，Digory，wouldn’tyouliketogooutandplayinthegarden？”
“Whatsortofthingsdoeshetrytosay？”
“Idon’tknow．Henevergetsfarenough．Butthere’smorethanthat．Onenight-itwaslastnightinfact-asIwasgoingpastthefootoftheattic-stairsonmywaytobed（andIdon’tmuchcareforgoingpastthemeither）I’msureIheardayell．”
“Perhapshekeepsamadwifeshutupthere．”
“Yes，I’vethoughtofthat．
“Orperhapshe’sacoiner．”
“Orhemighthavebeenapirate，likethemanatthebeginningofTreasureIsland，andbealwayshidingfromhisoldshipmates．”
“Howexciting！”saidPolly，“Ineverknewyourhousewassointeresting．”
“Youmaythinkitinteresting，”saidDigory．“Butyouwouldn’tlikeitifyouhadtosleepthere．HowwouldyouliketolieawakelisteningforUncleAndrew’ssteptocomecreepingalongthepassagetoyourroom？Andhehassuchawfuleyes．”
ThatwashowPollyandDigorygottoknowoneanother：andasitwasjustthebeginningofthesummerholidaysandneitherofthemwasgoingtotheseathatyear，theymetnearlyeveryday．
Theiradventuresbeganchieflybecauseitwasoneofthewettestandcoldestsummerstherehadbeenforyears．Thatdrovethemtodoindoorthings：youmightsay，indoorexploration．Itiswonderfulhowmuchexploringyoucandowithastumpofcandleinabighouse，orinarowofhouses．Pollyhaddiscoveredlongagothatifyouopenedacertainlittledoorinthebox-roomatticofherhouseyouwouldfindthecisternandadarkplacebehinditwhichyoucouldgetintobyalittlecarefulclimbing．Thedarkplacewaslikealongtunnelwithbrickwallononesideandslopingroofontheother．Intherooftherewerelittlechunksoflightbetweentheslates．Therewasnofloorinthistunnel：youhadtostepfromraftertorafter，andbetweenthemtherewasonlyplaster．Ifyousteppedonthisyouwouldfindyourselffallingthroughtheceilingoftheroombelow．Pollyhadusedthebitofthetunneljustbesidethecisternasasmugglers’cave．Shehadbroughtupbitsofoldpackingcasesandtheseatsofbrokenkitchenchairs，andthingsofthatsort，andspreadthemacrossfromraftertoraftersoastomakeabitoffloor．Hereshekeptacash-boxcontainingvarioustreasures，andastoryshewaswritingandusuallyafewapples．Shehadoftendrunkaquietbottleofginger-beerinthere：theoldbottlesmadeitlookmorelikeasmugglers’cave．
Digoryquitelikedthecave（shewouldn’tlethimseethestory）buthewasmoreinterestedinexploring．
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