“Oh, comeon! Botherthesigns, ” saidPole.“SomethingaboutsomeonementioningAslan'sname, 'mjollywellnotgoingtogivearecitationhere.”
Asyousee, , ifshetroubledtothink: butshewasnolongerso “pat” inherlessonastobesureofreelingthemoffintherightorderatamoment''squestionannoyedherbecause, deepdowninsideher, shewasalreadyannoyedwithherselffornotknowingtheLion', addedtothemiseryofbeingverycoldandtired, madehersay, “Botherthesigns.” Shedidn'tperhapsquitemeanit.
“Oh, thatwasnext, wasit? ” saidPuddleglum.“NowIwonder, areyouright? Got 'emmixed, Ishouldn', thishill, thisflatplacewe'reon, —”
“OhLor! ” saidScrubb, “isthisatimeforstoppingtoadmiretheview? Forgoodness' sakelet'sgeton.”
“Oh, look, look, look, ” , , andagooddealhigherupthanthetablelandonwhichtheystood, , evenmoreobviouslythanwhenthetravellershadseenthemthenightbefore, theywerewindows: smallerwindowsthatmadeonethinkdeliciouslyofbedrooms, andlargerwindowsthatmadeonethinkofgreathallswithfiresroaringonthehearthandhotsouporjuicysirloinssmokingonthetable.
“Harfang! ” exclaimedScrubb.
“That'sallverywell, ” saidPuddleglum.“ButwhatIwassayingwas—”
“Oh, shutup, ” saidJillcrossly.“Wehaven''tyourememberwhattheLadysaidabouttheirlockingupsoearly? Wemustgetthereintime, wemust, 'lldieifwe'reshutoutonanightlikethis.”
