And I can only just hear you.
It hurts my ears hearing you,' complained Philip.
'~There's an ear-trumpet in a box on the middle of the cabinet~,' he could just hear the teeny tiny voice say; '~it belonged to a great-aunt.
Get it out and listen through it~.' Philip got it out.

It was an odd curly thing, and at first he could not be sure which end he ought to put to his ear.

But he tried both ends, and on the second trial he heard quite a loud, strong, big voice say: 'That's better.' 'Then it wasn't a dream last night,' said Philip.
'Of course it wasn't,' said Mr.Noah.
'Then where is Lucy ?' 'In the city, of course.

Where you left her.' 'But she _can't_ be,' said Philip desperately.

'The city's all pulled down and gone for ever.' 'The city you built in this room is pulled down,' said Mr.Noah, 'but the city you went to wasn't in this room.