Into the Forest

           "IwishtheMacreadywouldhurryupandtakeallthesepeopleaway,"saidSusanpresently,"I’mgettinghorriblycramped."

           "Andwhatafilthysmellofcamphor!"saidEdmund.

           "Iexpectthepocketsofthesecoatsarefullofit,"saidSusan,"tokeepawaythemoths."

           "There’ssomethingstickingintomyback,"saidPeter.

           "Andisn’titcold?"saidSusan.

           "Nowthatyoumentionit,itiscold,"saidPeter,"andhangitall,it’swettoo.What’sthematterwiththisplace?I’msittingonsomethingwet.It’sgettingwettereveryminute."Hestruggledtohisfeet.

           "Let’sgetout,"saidEdmund,"they’vegone."

           "O-o-oh!"saidSusansuddenly,andeveryoneaskedherwhatwasthematter.

           "I’msittingagainstatree,"saidSusan,"andlook!It’sgettinglight-overthere."

           "ByJove,you’reright,"saidPeter,"andlookthere-andthere.It’streesallround.Andthiswetstuffissnow.Why,Idobelievewe’vegotintoLucy’swoodafterall."

           Andnowtherewasnomistakingitandallfourchildrenstoodblinkinginthedaylightofawinterday.Behindthemwerecoatshangingonpegs,infrontofthemweresnow-coveredtrees.

           PeterturnedatoncetoLucy.