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Beaver’s voice calling to them from just outside the cave．
“It’s all right，”he was shouting．“Come out，Mrs. Beaver. Come out，Sons and Daughters of Adam．It’s all right ！ It isn’t Her ！”This was bad grammar of course，but that is how beavers talk when they are excited；I mean，in Narnia-in our world they usually don’t talk at all．
So Mrs. Beaver and the children came bundling out of the cave，all blinking in the daylight，and with earth all over them， and looking very frowsty and unbrushed and uncombed and with the sleep in their eyes．
“Come on ！”cried Mr. Beaver，who was almost dancing with delight．“Come and see ！ This is a nasty knock for the Witch ！ It looks as if her power is already crumbling．”
“What do you mean，Mr. Beaver ？”panted Peter as they all scrambled up the steep bank of the valley together．
“Didn’t I tell you，”answered Mr. Beaver，“that she’d made it always winter and never Christmas ？ Didn’t I tell you ？ Well，just come and see ！”
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