The Great Glass Lift

           ’I’veneverseenanythinglikeit!’criedMrWonka.’Thechildrenaredisappearinglikerabbits!Butyoumustn’tworryaboutit!They’llallcomeoutinthewash!’ 

           MrWonkalookedatthelittlegroupthatstoodbesidehiminthecorridor. Therewereonlytwochildrenleftnow—MikeTeaveeandCharlieBucket.Andtherewerethreegrown-ups,MrandMrsTeaveeandGrandpaJoe. ’Shallwemoveon?’MrWonkaasked. 

           ’Oh,yes!’criedCharlieandGrandpaJoe,bothtogether. 

           ’Myfeetaregettingtired,’saidMikeTeavee.’Iwanttowatchtelevision.’ 

           ’Ifyou’retiredthenwe’dbettertakethelift,’saidMrWonka.’It’soverhere.Comeon!Inwego!’ Heskippedacrossthepassagetoapairofdoubledoors.Thedoorsslidopen.Thetwochildrenandthegrown-upswentin. 

           ’Nowthen,’criedMrWonka,’whichbuttonshallwepressfirst?Takeyourpick!’ 

           CharlieBucketstaredaroundhiminastonishment.Thiswasthecraziestlifthehadeverseen. Therewerebuttonseverywhere!Thewalls,andeventheceiling,werecoveredalloverwithrowsandrowsandrowsofsmall,blackpushbuttons!Theremusthavebeenathousandofthemoneachwall,andanotherthousandontheceiling! AndnowCharlienoticedthateverysinglebuttonhadatinyprintedlabelbesideittellingyouwhichroomyouwouldbetakentoifyoupressedit. 

           ’Thisisn’tjustanordinaryup-and-downlift!’announcedMrWonkaproudly.