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chater ne cy lk t a wardrbe（第2页）

saidEdmund．

“Rabbits！”

saidSusan．

Butwhennextmorningcametherewasasteadyrainfalling，sothickthatwhenyoulookedoutofthewindowyoucouldseeneitherthemountainsnorthewoodsnoreventhestreaminthegarden．

“Ofcourseitwouldberaining！”

saidEdmund．TheyhadjustfinishedtheirbreakfastwiththeProfessorandwereupstairsintheroomhehadsetapartforthem-along，lowroomwithtwowindowslookingoutinonedirectionandtwoinanother．

“Dostopgrumbling，Ed，”

saidSusan.“Tentooneit’llclearupinanhourorso．Andinthemeantimewe’reprettywelloff．There’sawirelessandlotsofbooks．”

“Notforme”

saidPeter；“I’mgoingtoexploreinthehouse．”

Everyoneagreedtothisandthatwashowtheadventuresbegan.Itwasthesortofhousethatyouneverseemtocometotheendof，anditwasfullofunexpectedplaces．Thefirstfewdoorstheytriedledonlyintosparebedrooms，aseveryonehadexpectedthattheywould；butsoontheycametoaverylongroomfullofpicturesandtheretheyfoundasuitofarmour；andafterthatwasaroomallhungwithgreen，withaharpinonecorner；andthencamethreestepsdownandfivestepsup，andthenakindoflittleupstairshallandadoorthatledoutontoabalcony，andthenawholeseriesofroomsthatledintoeachotherandwerelinedwithbooks-mostofthemveryoldbooksandsomebiggerthanaBibleinachurch．Andshortlyafterthattheylookedintoaroomthatwasquiteemptyexceptforonebigwardrobe；thesortthathasalooking-glassinthedoor．Therewasnothingelseintheroomatallexceptadeadblue-bottleonthewindow-sill．

“Nothingthere！”

saidPeter，andtheyalltroopedoutagain-allexceptLucy．Shestayedbehindbecauseshethoughtitwouldbeworthwhiletryingthedoorofthewardrobe，eventhoughshefeltalmostsurethatitwouldbelocked．Tohersurpriseitopenedquiteeasily，andtwomoth-ballsdroppedout．

Lookingintotheinside，shesawseveralcoatshangingup-mostlylongfurcoats．TherewasnothingLucylikedsomuchasthesmellandfeeloffur．Sheimmediatelysteppedintothewardrobeandgotinamongthecoatsandrubbedherfaceagainstthem，leavingthedooropen，ofcourse，becausesheknewthatitisveryfoolishtoshutoneselfintoanywardrobe．Soonshewentfurtherinandfoundthattherewasasecondrowofcoatshangingupbehindthefirstone．Itwasalmostquitedarkinthereandshekeptherarmsstretchedoutinfrontofhersoasnottobumpherfaceintothebackofthewardrobe．Shetookastepfurtherin-thentwoorthreesteps—alwaysexpectingtofeelwoodworkagainstthetipsofherfingers．Butshecouldnotfeelit．

“Thismustbeasimplyenormouswardrobe！”

thoughtLucy，goingstillfurtherinandpushingthesoftfoldsofthecoatsasidetomakeroomforher．Thenshenoticedthattherewassomethingcrunchingunderherfeet．“Iwonderisthatmoremothballs？”

shethought，stoopingdowntofeelitwithherhand.Butinsteadoffeelingthehard，smoothwoodofthefloorofthewardrobe，shefeltsomethingsoftandpowderyandextremelycold.“Thisisveryqueer，”

shesaid，andwentonasteportwofurther.

Nextmomentshefoundthatwhatwasrubbingagainstherfaceandhandswasnolongersoftfurbutsomethinghardandroughandevenprickly．“Why，itisjustlikebranchesoftrees！”

exclaimedLucy．Andthenshesawthattherewasalightaheadofher；notafewinchesawaywherethebackofthewardrobeoughttohavebeen，butalongwayoff．Somethingcoldandsoftwasfallingonher．Amomentlatershefoundthatshewasstandinginthemiddleofawoodatnight-timewithsnowunderherfeetandsnowflakesfallingthroughtheair．

Lucyfeltalittlefrightened，butshefeltveryinquisitiveandexcitedaswell．Shelookedbackoverhershoulderandthere，betweenthedarktree—trunks；shecouldstillseetheopendoorwayofthewardrobeandevencatchaglimpseoftheemptyroomfromwhichshehadsetout.（Shehad，ofcourse，leftthedooropen，forsheknewthatitisaverysillythingtoshutoneselfintoawardrobe.）Itseemedtobestilldaylightthere．“Icanalwaysgetbackifanythinggoeswrong，”

thoughtLucy．Shebegantowalkforward，crunch-crunchoverthesnowandthroughthewoodtowardstheotherlight．Inabouttenminutesshereacheditandfounditwasalamp-post．Asshestoodlookingatit，wonderingwhytherewasalamp-postinthemiddleofawoodandwonderingwhattodonext，sheheardapitterpatteroffeetcomingtowardsher．Andsoonafterthataverystrangepersonsteppedoutfromamongthetreesintothelightofthelamp-post．

HewasonlyalittletallerthanLucyherselfandhecarriedoverhisheadanumbrella，whitewithsnow．Fromthewaistupwardshewaslikeaman，buthislegswereshapedlikeagoat’s（thehaironthemwasglossyblack）andinsteadoffeethehadgoat’shoofs．Healsohadatail，butLucydidnotnoticethisatfirstbecauseitwasneatlycaughtupoverthearmthatheldtheumbrellasoastokeepitfromtrailinginthesnow．Hehadaredwoollenmufflerroundhisneckandhisskinwasratherreddishtoo．Hehadastrange，butpleasantlittleface，withashortpointedbeardandcurlyhair，andoutofthehairtherestucktwohorns，oneoneachsideofhisforehead．Oneofhishands，asIhavesaid，heldtheumbrella：intheotherarmhecarriedseveralbrown-paperparcels.WhatwiththeparcelsandthesnowitlookedjustasifhehadbeendoinghisChristmasshopping．HewasaFaun．AndwhenhesawLucyhegavesuchastartofsurprisethathedroppedallhisparcels.

“Goodnessgraciousme！”

exclaimedtheFaun．