“But what’ll they do to him， Mr Beaver？” gasped Lucy. “Well，” said Mr Beaver， “you can‘t exactly say for sure. Butthere’s not many taken in there that ever comes out again. Statues. All full of statues they say it is.in the courtyard and up the stairs and in the hall. People she‘s turned” .he paused and shuddered. “turned into stone.”
“But， Mr Beaver，” said Lucy， “can’t we.I mean， we must do something to save him. It‘s too dreadful and it’s all on my account.”
“I don‘t doubt you’d save him if you could， dearie，” said Mrs Beaver， “but you‘ve no chance of getting into that House against her will and ever coming out alive.”
“Couldn’t we have some stratagem？” said Peter. “I mean couldn‘t we dress up as something， or pretend to be.oh， pedlars or anything.or watch till she was gone out.or. oh， hang it all， there must be some way. This Faun saved my sister at his own risk， Mr Beaver. We can’t just leave him to be.to be.to have that done to him.”
