“I wish the Macready would hurry up and take all these people away,”
said Susan presently, “I’m getting horribly cramped.” “And what a filthy
smell of camphor!” said Edmund. “I expect the pockets of these coats
are full of it,” said Susan, “to keep away moths.” “There’s something
sticking into my back,” said Peter. “And isn’t it cold?” said Susan.
“Now that you mention it, it is cold,” said Peter, “and hang it all,
it’s wet too. What’s the natter with this place? I’m sitting on
some-hing wet. It’s getting wetter every minute.” nto the Forest He
struggled to his feet.
“Let’s get out,” said Edmund, “they’ve gone.” “0-o-oh!” said Susan suddenly. And every-one asked her what was the matter. “I’m sitting against a tree,” said Susan, “and look! It’s getting lighter—over there.” “By jove, you’re right,” said Peter, “and look there—and there. It’s trees all round. And this wet stuff is snow. Why, I do believe we’ve got into Lucy’s wood after all.” And now there was no mistaking it and all four children stood blinking in the daylight of a winter day. Behind them were coats hanging on pegs, in front of them were snow-covered trees. Peter turned at once to Lucy. “I apologise for not believing you,” he said, “I’m sorry. Will you shake hands?”
“Of course,” said Lucy, and did. “And now,” said Susan, “what do we do next?” “Do?” said Peter, “why, go and explore the wood, of course.” “Ugh!” said Susan, stamping her feet, “it’s pretty cold. What about putting on some of these coats?” Trim wercat Arco Tait “They’re not ours,” said Peter doubtfully. “I am sure nobody would mind,” said Susan. “It isn’t as if we wanted to take them out of the house; we shan’t take them even out of the wardrobe.” “I never thought of that, Su,” said Peter. “OE course, now you put it that way, I see. No one could say you had bagged a coat as long as you leave it in the wardrobe where you found it. And I suppose this whole country is in the wardrobe.” They immediately carried out Susan’s very sensible plan. The coats were rather too big for them so that they came down to their heels and looked more like royal robes than coats when they had put them on. But they all felt a good deal warmer and each thought the others looked better in their new get-up and more suitable to the landscape. “We can pretend we are Arctic explorers,” said Lucy.
“This is going to be exciting enough without any pretending,” said Peter, as he began lead-ing the way forward into the forest. There were heavy darkish clouds overhead and it looked as if there might be more snow before night. , “I say,” began Edmund presently, we to be bearing a bit more to the left, 4,- if we are aiming for the lamp-post.” He had fo;_ gotten for the moment that he must pretend never to have been in the wood before. The moment the words were out of his mouth he realised that he had given himself away. Every-one stopped; everyone stared at him. Peter whistled. “So you really were here,” he said, “that time Lu said she’d met you in here—and you made out she was telling lies.” There was a dead silence. “Well, of all the poisonous little beasts–” mid Peter and shrugged his shoulders and said no more. There seemed, indeed, no more to say and presently the four resumed their journey; but Edmund was saying to himself, “I’ll pay you all out for this, you pack of stuck-up, self-satisfied prigs.”
“Where are we going anyway?” said Susan, chiefly for the sake of changing the subject. “I think Lu ought to be the leader,” said Peter, “goodness knows she deserves it. Where will you take us, Lu?” ‘What about going to see Mr. Tumnus?” said Lucy. “He’s the nice Faun I told you about.” Everyone agreed to this and off they went, walking briskly and stamping their feet. Lucy proved a good leader. At first she wondered whether she would be able to find the may but she recognised an odd-looking tree in one place and a stump. in another and brought them on to where the ground became uneven and into the little valley and at last to the very door of Mr. Tumnus’ cave. But there a terrible sur-prise awaited them. The door had been wrenched off its hinges and broken to bits. Inside, the cave was dark and cold and had the damp feel and smell of a place that had not been lived in for several days. Snow had drifted in from the doorway and was heaped on the floor, mixed with something black, which turned out to be the charred sticks and ashes from the fire. Someone had appar-ently flung it about the room and then stamped it out. The crockery lay smashed on the floor and the picture of the Faun’s father had been slashed into shreds with a knife.
“This is a pretty good wash-out,” said Edmund, “not much good coming here.” “What’s this?” said Peter, stooping down. He had just noticed a piece of paper which had been nailed through the carpet to the floor. “Is there anything written on it?” asked
Susan.
“Let’s get out,” said Edmund, “they’ve gone.” “0-o-oh!” said Susan suddenly. And every-one asked her what was the matter. “I’m sitting against a tree,” said Susan, “and look! It’s getting lighter—over there.” “By jove, you’re right,” said Peter, “and look there—and there. It’s trees all round. And this wet stuff is snow. Why, I do believe we’ve got into Lucy’s wood after all.” And now there was no mistaking it and all four children stood blinking in the daylight of a winter day. Behind them were coats hanging on pegs, in front of them were snow-covered trees. Peter turned at once to Lucy. “I apologise for not believing you,” he said, “I’m sorry. Will you shake hands?”
“Of course,” said Lucy, and did. “And now,” said Susan, “what do we do next?” “Do?” said Peter, “why, go and explore the wood, of course.” “Ugh!” said Susan, stamping her feet, “it’s pretty cold. What about putting on some of these coats?” Trim wercat Arco Tait “They’re not ours,” said Peter doubtfully. “I am sure nobody would mind,” said Susan. “It isn’t as if we wanted to take them out of the house; we shan’t take them even out of the wardrobe.” “I never thought of that, Su,” said Peter. “OE course, now you put it that way, I see. No one could say you had bagged a coat as long as you leave it in the wardrobe where you found it. And I suppose this whole country is in the wardrobe.” They immediately carried out Susan’s very sensible plan. The coats were rather too big for them so that they came down to their heels and looked more like royal robes than coats when they had put them on. But they all felt a good deal warmer and each thought the others looked better in their new get-up and more suitable to the landscape. “We can pretend we are Arctic explorers,” said Lucy.
“This is going to be exciting enough without any pretending,” said Peter, as he began lead-ing the way forward into the forest. There were heavy darkish clouds overhead and it looked as if there might be more snow before night. , “I say,” began Edmund presently, we to be bearing a bit more to the left, 4,- if we are aiming for the lamp-post.” He had fo;_ gotten for the moment that he must pretend never to have been in the wood before. The moment the words were out of his mouth he realised that he had given himself away. Every-one stopped; everyone stared at him. Peter whistled. “So you really were here,” he said, “that time Lu said she’d met you in here—and you made out she was telling lies.” There was a dead silence. “Well, of all the poisonous little beasts–” mid Peter and shrugged his shoulders and said no more. There seemed, indeed, no more to say and presently the four resumed their journey; but Edmund was saying to himself, “I’ll pay you all out for this, you pack of stuck-up, self-satisfied prigs.”
“Where are we going anyway?” said Susan, chiefly for the sake of changing the subject. “I think Lu ought to be the leader,” said Peter, “goodness knows she deserves it. Where will you take us, Lu?” ‘What about going to see Mr. Tumnus?” said Lucy. “He’s the nice Faun I told you about.” Everyone agreed to this and off they went, walking briskly and stamping their feet. Lucy proved a good leader. At first she wondered whether she would be able to find the may but she recognised an odd-looking tree in one place and a stump. in another and brought them on to where the ground became uneven and into the little valley and at last to the very door of Mr. Tumnus’ cave. But there a terrible sur-prise awaited them. The door had been wrenched off its hinges and broken to bits. Inside, the cave was dark and cold and had the damp feel and smell of a place that had not been lived in for several days. Snow had drifted in from the doorway and was heaped on the floor, mixed with something black, which turned out to be the charred sticks and ashes from the fire. Someone had appar-ently flung it about the room and then stamped it out. The crockery lay smashed on the floor and the picture of the Faun’s father had been slashed into shreds with a knife.
“This is a pretty good wash-out,” said Edmund, “not much good coming here.” “What’s this?” said Peter, stooping down. He had just noticed a piece of paper which had been nailed through the carpet to the floor. “Is there anything written on it?” asked
Susan.
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