Of all things time is the cheapest.' 'Then would you mind telling me now, ma'am, for I feel very confused about it--are you the Lady of the Silver Moon ?' 'Yes, Curdie; you may call me that if you like.

What it means is true.' 'And now I see you dark, and clothed in green, and the mother of all the light that dwells in the stones of the earth! And up there they call you Old Mother Wotherwop! And the Princess Irene told me you were her great-great-grandmother! And you spin the spider threads, and take care of a whole people of pigeons; and you are worn to a pale shadow with old age; and are as young as anybody can be, not to be too young; and as strong, I do believe, as I am.' The lady stooped toward a large green stone bedded in the rock of the floor, and looking like a well of grassy light in it.

She laid hold of it with her fingers, broke it out, and gave it to Peter.

'There!' cried Curdie.

'I told you so.