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u might think. If you want to get out of a house without being seen，the middle of the afternoon is in some ways a better time to try it than the middle of the night. Doors and windows are more likely to be open；and if you are caught，you can always pretend you weren’t meaning to go far and had no particular plans. （It is very hard to make either giants or grown-ups believe this if you’re found climbing out of a bedroom window at one o’clock in the morning.）
“We must put them off their guard，though,”said Scrubb. “We must pretend we love being here and are longing for this Autumn Feast.”
“That’s tomorrow night,”said Puddleglum. “I heard one of them say so.”
“I see,”said Jill. “We must pretend to be awfully excited about it，and keep on asking questions. They think we’re absolute infants anyway，which will make it easier.”
“Gay,”said Puddleglum with a deep sigh. “That’s what we’ve got to be. Gay. As if we hadn’t a care in the world. Frolicsome. You two youngsters
