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THE MAGICIAN'S NEPHEW
BY
C. S. LEWIS
CHAPTER ONE
THE WRONG DOORThis is a story about something that happened long ago when your grandfather was a
child. It is a very important story because it shows how all the comings and goings
between our own world and the land of Narnia first began.
In those days Mr Sherlock Holmes was still living in Baker Street and the Bastables were
looking for treasure in the Lewisham Road. In those days, if you were a boy you had to
wear a stiff Eton collar every day, and schools were usually nastier than now. But meals
were nicer; and as for sweets, I won't tell you how cheap and good they were, because it
would only make your mouth water in vain. And in those days there lived in London a
girl called Polly Plummer.
She lived in one of a long row of houses which were all joined together. One morning she
was out in the back garden when a boy scrambled up from the garden next door and put
his face over the wall. Polly was very surprised because up till now there had never been
any children in that house, but only Mr Ketterley and Miss Ketterley, a brother and sister,
old bachelor and old maid, living together. So she looked up, full of curiosity. The face of
the strange boy was very grubby. It could hardly have been grubbier if he had first rubbed
his hands in the earth, and then had a good cry, and then dried his face with his hands. As
a matter of fact, this was very nearly what he had been doing.
"Hullo," said Polly.
"Hullo," said the boy. "What's your name?"
"Polly," said Polly. "What's yours?"
"Digory," said the boy.
"I say, what a funny name!" said Polly.
"It isn't half so funny as Polly," said Digory.
"Yes it is," said Polly.
"No, it isn't," said Digory.
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