But whe m came there was a steady rain falling, so thick that when you looked out of the window you could e her the mountains nor the woods nor eveream in the garden.
“Of cour it would be raining！”said Edmund.They had just fiheir breakfast with the Professor and were upstairs in the room he had t apart for them-a long, low room with two windows looking out in one dire and two in another.
“Do stop grumbling, Ed,”said Susao o’ll clear up in an hour or so.And in the meantime we’re pretty well off.There’s a wireless and lots of books.”
“Not for me,”said Peter.“I’m going to explore in the hou.”
Everyone agreed to this and that was how the adventures began.It was the sort of hou that you never em to e to the end of, and it was full of ued places.They looked into a room that was quite empty except for one big wardrobe; the sort that has a looking-glass in the door.There was nothing el in the room at all except a dead blue-bottle on the window-sill.
“Nothing there！”said Peter, and they all trooped out again-all except Lucy.She stayed behind becau she thought it would be worth while trying the door of the wardrobe, even though she felt almost sure that it would be locked.To her surpri it opened quite easily, and two moth-balls dropped out.
Looking into the inside, she saw veral coats hanging up-mostly long fur coats.There was nothing Lucy liked so much as the smell and feel of fur.She immediately stepped into the wardrobe and got in among the coats and rubbed her face against them, leaving the door open, of cour, becau she khat it is very foolish to shut onelf into any wardrobe.Soon she went further in and found that there was a d row of coats hanging up behind the first o was almost quite dark in there and she kept her arms stretched out in front of her so as not to bump her fato the back of the wardrobe.She took a step further iwo or three steps—always expeg to feel woainst the tips of her fingers.But she could not feel it.
“This must be a simply enormous wardrobe！”thought Lucy, going still further in and pushing the soft folds of the coats aside to make room for her.Theiced that there was something g under her feet.“I wonder is that more mothballs?”she thought, stooping down to feel it with her hand.But instead of feeling the hard, smooth wood of the floor of the wardrobe, she felt something soft and powdery aremely cold.“This is very queer,”she said, a on a step or two further.