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Then for quite a long time neither said any more．
“Look here，”said the girl presently，“I wonder did we ever really meet before ？ I had a sort of idea-a sort of picture in my head-of a boy and a girl，like us-living somewhere quite different-and doing all sorts of things．Perhaps it was only a dream．”
“I’ve had that same dream，I think，”said Digory．“About a boy and a girl，living next door-and something about crawling among rafters．I remember the girl had a dirty face．”
“Aren’t you getting it mixed ？ In my dream it was the boy who had the dirty face．”
“I can’t remember the boy’s face，”said Digory：and then added，“Hullo ！ What’s that ？”
“Why ！ it’s a guinea-pig，”said the girl．And it was-a fat guinea-pig，nosing about in the grass．But round the middle of the guinea—pig there ran a tape，and，tied on to it by the tape， was a bright yellow ring．
“Look ！ Look，”cried Digory，“The ring ！ And look ！ You’ve got one on your finger．And so have I．”
The girl now sat up，really interested at last．They stared very hard at one another，trying to remember．And then，at exactly the same moment，she shouted out“Mr. Ketterley”and he shouted out“Uncle Andrew”，and they knew who they were and began to remember the whole story．After a few minutes of hard talking they had got it straight．Digory explained how beastly Uncle Andrew had been.
“What do we do now ？”said Polly．“Take the guinea—pig and go home ？”
“There’s no hurry，”said Digory with a huge yawn．
