'I know it's just imagination, but the monkey seems to me to be
climbing down from the wardrobe.'
'I can't see anything climbing down the wardrobe,' said Elizabeth,
as Eustace touched the floor.
'It's come down now. It's crossing the carpet.'
'Where?'
'It's gone now. It went out of the door.'
'Oh!'
'I say, Elizabeth, what do you think I ought to do?'
'I should go to bed and have a nice long sleep, and you'll feel--'
'Somehow I don't feel much like going to bed. This sort of thing
upsets a chap, you know.'
'Poor dear!'
'I think I'll go for a long walk.'
'That's a splendid idea.'
'I think I'd better do a good lot of walking from now on. Didn't
Chalmers bring down some Indian clubs with him? I think I'll
borrow them. I ought to keep out in the open a lot, I think. I
wonder if there's any special diet I ought to have. Well, anyway,
I'll be going for that walk.'
At the foot of the stairs Nutty stopped. He looked quickly into
the porch, then looked away again.
'What's the matter?' asked Elizabeth.
'I thought for a moment I saw the monkey sitting on the hammock.'
He went out of the house and disappeared from view down the drive,
walking with long, rapid strides.
Elizabeth's first act, when he had gone, was to fetch a banana
from the ice-box.
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