he found it beautiful , but experienced no rush of guilt upon taking it . '' i 'll bring you back , '' he promised quietly . he crammed the banana into the hole . the fruit was a little too wide to fit perfectly . he twisted and pressed until it curved up instead of down . the troll lumbered over to join him , and collapsed to the ground guffawing at the sight of the
banana

'' what is this ? '' said harriet , still too delighted with the pastry to let go . '' how do you make them ? '' '' that , my dear , is a secret , '' she answered . and i knew she meant it . and so did harriet . '' well , they are very , very good , '' said
harriet

'' i 'm trying to think of a limerick , '' said eustace . '' something like this : '' some kids who played games about narnia got gradually balmier and balmier - '' '' well narnia and balmier do n't rhyme , to begin with , '' said lucy . '' it 's an assonance , '' said
eustace