'Helen says magic can only happen to people who believe in magic.

So if I just walked out and didn't believe as hard as ever I could, I should be my own right size again, and Lucy would be back, and there wouldn't _be_ any magic.' [Illustration: He walked on and on and on.] 'Yes, but,' said that voice that always would come and join in whenever Philip was talking to himself, 'suppose Lucy _does_ believe it?
Then it'll all go on for her, whatever _you_ believe, and she _won't_ be back.

Besides, you know you've _got_ to believe it, because it's true.' 'Oh, bother!' said Philip; 'I'm tired.

I don't want to go on.' 'You shouldn't have deserted Lucy,' said the tiresome voice, 'then you wouldn't have had to go back to look for her.' 'But I can't find my way.

How can I find my way ?' 'You know well enough.