“Oh， don’t you know， Uncle？” said Caspian. “When everything was quite different. When all the animals could talk， and there were nice people who lived in the streams and the trees. Naiads and Dryads they were called. And there were Dwarfs. And there were lovely little Fauns in all the woods. They had feet like goats. And.”
“That‘s all nonsense， for babies，” said the King sternly. “Only fit for babies， do you hear？ You’re getting too old for that sort of stuff. At your age you ought to be thinking of battles and adventures， not fairy tales.”
