For the next few days she was very miserable. She could have made it up with the others quite easily at any moment if she could have brought herself to say that the whole thing was only a story made up for fun. But Lucy was a very truthful girl and she knew that she was really in the right； and she could not bring herself to say this. The others who thought she was telling a lie， and a silly lie too， made her very unhappy. The two elder ones did this without meaning to do it， but Edmund could be spiteful， and on this occasion he was spiteful. He sneered and jeered at Lucy and kept on asking her if she’d found any other new countries in other cupboards all over the house. What made it worse was that these days ought to have been delightful. The weather was fine and they were out of doors from morning to night， bathing， fishing， climbing trees， and lying in the heather. But Lucy could not properly enjoy any of it. And so things went on until the next wet day.
