“Get on, Shasta,” Bree kept saying.
The river banks on each side of the valley were such a mass of gardens that they looked at first like forest, until you got clor and saw the white walls of innumerable hous peeping out from beh the trees. Soon after that, Shasta noticed a delicious smell of flowers and fruit. About fifteen minutes later they were down among them, plodding on a level road with white walls on each side and trees bending over the walls.
“I say,” said Shasta in an awed voice. “This is a wonderful place！”
“I daresay,” said Bree. “But I wish we were safely through it and out at the other side. Narnia and the North！”
At that moment a low, throbbing noi began which gradually swelled louder and louder till the whole valley emed to be swaying with it. It was a musioi, but s and solemn as to be a little frightening.
“That’s the horns blowing for the city gates to be open,” said Bree. “We shall be there in a minute. Now, Aravis, do droop your shoulders a bit and step heavier and try to look less like a princess. Try to imagine you’ve been kicked and cuffed and called names all your life.”
“Get on, Shasta,” Bree kept saying.
The river banks on each side of the valley were such a mass of gardens that they looked at first like forest, until you got clor and saw the white walls of innumerable hous peeping out from beh the trees. Soon after that, Shasta noticed a delicious smell of flowers and fruit. About fifteen minutes later they were down among them, plodding on a level road with white walls on each side and trees bending over the walls.
“I say,” said Shasta in an awed voice. “This is a wonderful place！”
“I daresay,” said Bree. “But I wish we were safely through it and out at the other side. Narnia and the North！”
At that moment a low, throbbing noi began which gradually swelled louder and louder till the whole valley emed to be swaying with it. It was a musioi, but s and solemn as to be a little frightening.
“That’s the horns blowing for the city gates to be open,” said Bree. “We shall be there in a minute. Now, Aravis, do droop your shoulders a bit and step heavier and try to look less like a princess. Try to imagine you’ve been kicked and cuffed and called names all your life.”
“If it es to that,” said Aravis, “what about you drooping your head a bit more and arg your neck a bit less and trying to look less like a war-hor?”