"The usual way," says Helen. "At least, so I was always told, and I think they would have said if we'd turned up under a strawberry plant. Not that I would have objected to the strawberry plant method of obtaining children during some of my pregnancies--"
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Edmund strokes his hair. "Why did you think you were dead?"
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Eustace splutters. "Your child-- how?"
"The usual way," says Helen. "At least, so I was always told, and I think they would have said if we'd turned up under a strawberry plant. Not that I would have objected to the strawberry plant method of obtaining children during some of my pregnancies--"
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Edmund strokes his hair. "Why did you think you were dead?"