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"
I
say
-
where
’
s
Edmund
?
"
There
was
a
dreadful
pause
,
and
then
everyone
began
asking
"
Who
saw
him
last
?
How
long
has
he
been
missing
?
Is
he
outside
?
and
then
all
rushed
to
the
door
and
looked
out
.
The
snow
was
falling
thickly
and
steadily
,
the
green
ice
of
the
pool
had
vanished
under
a
thick
white
blanket
,
and
from
where
the
little
house
stood
in
the
centre
of
the
dam
you
could
hardly
see
either
bank
.
Out
they
went
,
plunging
well
over
their
ankles
into
the
soft
new
snow
,
and
went
round
the
house
in
every
direction
.
"
Edmund
!
Edmund
!
"
they
called
till
they
were
hoarse
.
But
the
silently
falling
snow
seemed
to
muffle
their
voices
and
there
was
not
even
an
echo
in
answer
.
"
How
perfectly
dreadful
!
"
said
Susan
as
they
at
last
came
back
in
despair
.
"
Oh
,
how
I
wish
we
’
d
never
come
.
"
"
What
on
earth
are
we
to
do
,
Mr
Beaver
?
"
said
Peter
.
"
Do
?
"
said
Mr
Beaver
,
who
was
already
putting
on
his
snow
-
boots
,
"
do
?
We
must
be
off
at
once
.
We
haven
’
t
a
moment
to
spare
!
"
"
We
’
d
better
divide
into
four
search
parties
,
"
said
Peter
,
"
and
all
go
in
different
directions
.
Whoever
finds
him
must
come
back
here
at
once
and
-
"
"
Search
parties
,
Son
of
Adam
?
"
said
Mr
Beaver
;
"
what
for
?
"
"
Why
,
to
look
for
Edmund
,
of
course
!
"
"
There
’
s
no
point
in
looking
for
him
,
"
said
Mr
Beaver
.
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
said
Susan
.
"
He
can
’
t
be
far
away
yet
.
And
we
’
ve
got
to
find
him
.
What
do
you
mean
when
you
say
there
’
s
no
use
looking
for
him
?
"
