What had stopped Jill whe as far as the say of “I say” was of cour simply a fine big snowball that came sailing through the dance from a Dwarf on the far side and got her fair and square in the mouth. She didn’t in the least mind; twenty snowballs would not have damped her spirits at that moment. But however happy you are feeling, you ’t talk with your mouth full of snow. And when, after siderable spluttering, she could speak again, she quite fot in her excitement that the others, down in the dark, behind her, still didn’t know the good news. She simply leaned as far out of the hole as she could, and yelled to the dancers.
“Help！ Help！ We’re buried in the hill. e and dig us out.”
The Narnians, who had not even noticed the little hole in the hillside, were of cour very surprid, and looked about in veral wrong dires before they found out where the voice was ing from. But when they caught sight of Jill they all came running towards her, and as many as could scrambled up the bank, and a dozen or more hands were stretched up to help her. And Jill caught hold of them and thus got out of the hole and came slithering down the bank head first, and then picked herlf up and said： “Oh, do go and dig the others out. There are three others, besides the hors. And one of them is Prince Rilian.”
She was already in the middle of a crowd when she said this, for besides the dancers all sorts of people who had been watg the dance, and whom she had first, came running up. Squirrels came out of the trees in showers, and so did Owls. Hedgehogs came waddling as fast as their short legs would carry them. Bears and Badgers followed at a slower pace. A great Pawitg its tail iement, was the last to join the party.
But as soon as they uood what Jill was saying, they all became active. “Pid shovel, boys, pid shovel. Off for our tools！” said the Dwarfs, and dashed away into the woods at top speed. “Wake up some Moles, they’re the chaps fging. They’re quite as good as Dwarfs,” said a voice. “What was that she said about Prince Rilian?” said another. “Hush！” said the Panther. “The poor child’s crazed, and no wonder after being lost ihe hill. She doesn’t know what she’s saying.”“That’s right,” said an old Bear. “Why, she said Prince Rilian was a hor！”