“Oh， don’t， don‘t，” she said. “I’d love to. But I mustn‘t. I must stick to my work. And the children would be frightened if they saw you.”
“Frightened？” said the most pig.like of the boys. “Who’s she talking to out of the window？ Let‘s tell the inspector she talks to people out of the window when she ought to be teaching us.”
“Let’s go and see who it is，” said another boy， and they all came crowding to the window. But as soon as their mean little faces looked out， Bacchus gave a great cry of Euan， euoi.oi.oi.oi and the boys all began howling with fright and trampling one another down to get out of the door and jumping out of the windows. And it was said afterwards （whether truly or not） that those particular little boys were never seen again， but that there were a lot of very fine little pigs in that part of the country which had never been there before.
“Now， Dear Heart，” said Aslan to the Mistress， and she jumped down and joined them.
At Beaversdam they re.crossed the river and came east again along the southern bank. They came to a little cottage where a child stood in the doorway crying.
“Why are you crying， my love？” asked Aslan. The child， who had never seen a picture of a lion， was not afraid of him.
