“It‘s quite t.t.t.true. D.d.don’t be so silly，” said Jill. She spoke like that because her teeth were now chattering with the cold.
Immediately one of the Dryads flung round her a furry cloak which some Dwarf had dropped when he rushed to fetch his mining tools， and an obliging Faun trotted off among the trees to a place where Jill could see firelight in the mouth of a cave， to get her a hot drink. But before it came， all the Dwarfs reappeared with spades and pick.axes and charged at the hillside. Then Jill heard cries of “Hi！ What are you doing？ Put that sword down，” and “Now， young ‘un； none of that，” and， “He’s a vicious one， now， isn‘t he？” Jill hurried to the spot and didn’t know whether to laugh or cry when she saw Eustace‘s face， very pale and dirty， projecting from the blackness of the hole， and Eustace’s right hand brandishing a sword with which he made lunges at anyone who came near him.
