'But that hateful nurse has pulled it all down and locked up the nursery.

So I can't even build it again.

Oh, what _shall_ I do ?' And with that he began to cry.

For now he felt quite sure that the dream wasn't a dream--that he really _had_ got into the magic city, had promised to stand by Lucy, and had been false to his promise and to her.
He rubbed his eyes with his knuckles and also--rather painfully--with Mr.Noah, whom he still held.

'What shall I do ?' he sobbed.
And a very very teeny tiny voice said: '~Put me down.~' 'Eh ?' said Philip.
'~Put me down~,' said the voice again.