“Oh， what a shame！” said Lucy. “I did so want to read it gain. Well， at least I must remember it. Let‘s see . . . it was bout . . . about . . . oh dear， it’s all fading away again. And ven this last page is going blank. This is a very queer book. ow can I have forgotten？ It was about a cup and a sword nd a tree and a green hill， I know that much. But I can‘temember and what shall I do？”
And she never could remember； and ever since that day hat Lucy means by a good story is a story which reminds er of the forgotten story in the Magician’s Book.