Mary remembers telling Lucy that she wanted to be a Lioness - a Lioness because she wanted to be like Lucy.

"I am yellow," she says, aloud, "and I am fierce. Though I hit instead of biting. I will be some kind of Lioness, I think."

But not, perhaps, quite exactly the same kind as Lucy. The same kind in a lot of ways, she thinks, but not exactly the same.

Because Mary has a garden and a tree, and a cousin, and best friends, and she is not going to leave them until she is pulled away kicking and screaming.

(She thinks this, not yet understanding - accepting more, but not understanding - that Lucy essentially is.)