WHENJillwokenextmorningandfoundherselfinacave, , andsawacheeryfirecrackling (asifnewlylit) onastonehearthand, fartheroff, morningsunlightcominginthroughthecave'smouth, , allcrowdedintothatcave, -pansratherbiggerthanthemselves, andthehissing, anddelicioussmellofsausages, andmore, andmore, , butrealmeaty, spicyones, , androastpotatoesandroastchestnuts, andbakedappleswithraisinsstuckinwherethecoreshadbeen, andthenicesjusttofreshenyouupafterallthehotthings.
, bothfastasleep.
“Hi, youtwo! ” shoutedJillinaloudvoice.“Aren'tyouevergoingtogetup? ”
“Shoo, shoo! ” saidasleepyvoicesomewhereaboveher.“, do, '-whoo! ”
“Why, Idobelieve, ” saidJill, glancingupatawhitebundleoffluffyfeatherswhichwasperchedontopofagrandfatherclockinonecornerofthecave, “Idobelieveit'sGlimfeather! ”
“True, true, ” whirredtheOwl, liftingitsheadoutfromunderitswingandopeningoneeye.“''-day—” andtheheaddisappearedagain.
AsthereseemednofurtherhopeofgettinganyinformationfromtheOwl, -clackofhisgoatyhoofsonthestonefloor.
“Ah! You'vewokenupatlast, DaughterofEve, ” hesaid.“Perhapsyou''vegottobeoffinafewminutesandtwoCentaurshaveverykindlyofferedtoletyourideontheirbacksdowntoCairParavel.” Headdedinalowervoice.“Ofcourse, ''tdotokeepthemwaiting.”
“Where'sthePrince? ” wasthefirstquestionofEustaceandPuddleglumassoonastheyhadbeenwakened.
