“Quick！” said Peter， “there‘s nowhere else，” and flung open the wardrobe. All four of them bundled inside it and sat there， panting， in the dark. Peter held the door closed but did not shut it； for， of course， he remembered， as every sensible person does， that you should never， never shut yourself in a wardrobe.
Into The Forest
“I wish the Macready would hurry up and take all these people away，” said Susan presently， “I’m getting horribly cramped.”
“And what a filthy smell of camphor！” said Edmund.
“I expect the pockets of these coats are full of it，” said Susan， “to keep away the moths.”
“There‘s something sticking into my back，” said Peter.
“And isn’t it cold？” said Susan.
“Now that you mention it， it is cold，” said Peter， “and hang it all， it‘s wet too. What’s the matter with this place？ I‘m sitting on something wet. It’s getting wetter every minute.” He struggled to his feet.
“Let‘s get out，” said Edmund， “they’ve gone.”
“O.o.oh！” said Susan suddenly， and everyone asked her what was the matter.
“I‘m sitting against a tree，” said Susan， “and look！ It’sgetting light.over there.”
