But I have remembered the horse and have asked this sergeant that a soldier fetch him. Lucy tried not to notice the starched smell, overpowering and powdery. "Where am I?" she cried, passing her hand across her brow. So am I. Then suddenly with a rush came reality, came “growing up”; a hasty imperative appeal for seriousness, for supreme seriousness. The world into which she was so boldly venturing was going to be wonderful, but never so wonderful as the world within these paper covers.
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