Author's note: Ha ha! This is one of my school assignments. We were to right a story on the scientist, Robert Hooke. Robet Hooke lived durring the 16 hundreds, (obviously not the time that is in this story) So I changed it around a bit, added some well known charaters and one beloved professor. Whala! The story of Robert Hooke meeting the Pevenise children at Professor Kirke's house! Hope you enjoy!

Persevere

The man looked up from his book. His thoughts drifted to years past.

Young Robert Hooke scampered out on to the log. He studied the fish and frogs in the little creek.

"Wait for me!" called Digory, his best friend.

"Look at that fish," commented Robert.

"Which one?" Digory laughed.

"Robert!" called a voice. "Where are you? It's time for your lessons!"

"That's my father. I have to go, Digory! Good bye!" Robert waved and hurried away.

"Those were the good times!" old Professor Digory laughed.

"They were indeed," replied Robert with a bit of mirth. He and his friend sipped their tea.

"Now," said the Professor, setting aside his cup. "I have some young guests I wish you to meet."

"Oh?" questioned Robert. "Where are they from?"

"From Finchley," he answered. "It's northwest of London."

"Are they relatives of some sort?" Robert asked curiously.

"Nay, but wait till you meet them."

Robert eyed his old friend suspiciously. Four children entered the room quietly.

"Ah, children, good of you to join us!" greeted the Professor. "This is my good friend, Robert Hooke." The children nodded. The eldest, a boy, stepped forward.

"Peter Pevensie, sir." He shook hands with Robert.

"My name's Susan," a girl with dark hair introduced. "And this is Edmund," she said, motioning to her dark haired brother.

"I'm Queen Lucy," the youngest smiled. Robert smiled back.

"Not in this world," Edmund whispered to her.

"She's, uh, pretending to be a queen today," Peter added quickly.

"What do you do, Mr. Hooke?" Susan asked politely. "For a living, I mean."

"Well children, I study nature and cells and all the living things you see around us." Lucy's eyes were wide with delight.

"What are cells?" she asked.

"Very good question, lass," Robert nodded. "Listen and I will tell you how I discovered cells." He remembered that day like it happened yesterday…

Young Robert placed a piece of cork under his microscope. He thought it would be interesting to see what was in the cork.

"Kegs and kettledrums!" Robert exclaimed. "Jacob, come look at this!" His student hurried over and peered into the microscope. Through the lens he could see tiny sections joined to one another to form the cork.

"Amazing," breathed Jacob. He turned to his teacher. "What are you going to call them?" Robert stared out the window to where he could see a monastery looming on the horizon.

"Cells," he answered at last. "Because they remind me of the tiny cells the monks live in."

"Ever since that day I have been fascinated by cells and their structures. I've even written a book about cells called 'Micrographia,'" Robert concluded.

"Did you become famous because your book was so good?" Edmund asked.

"No," chuckled the scientist. "Some people liked the book and some didn't. I had very mixed reviews."

"But you still have a very good reputation in the field of biology," Professor Digory added. "He even got to work with Sir Isaac Newton!"

"Really?" gasped Susan. She had learned all about Sir Isaac Newton in school. Robert smiled modestly.

"What is the most important thing you have learned, Mr. Hooke," asked an eager Peter. Robert looked thoughtful for a moment. Then he answered, "To persevere. Never give up."