heavier,shebegantowonderhowshewasgoingtokeepupatall.Aoppedlookingatthedazzlingbrightnessofthefrozehallitswaterfallsofidatthewhitemassesofthetree-topsandthegreatglaringmoonandthetlessstarsandcouldonlywatchthelittleshsofMrBeavergoingpad-pad-pad-padthroughthesnowinfrontofherasiftheywerenevergoingtostop.Thenthemoondisappearedandthesofalloncemore.AndatlastLucywassotiredthatshewasalmostasleepandwalkingatthesametimewhensuddenlyshefoundthatMrBeaverhadturnedawayfromtheriver-bankthtandwasleadieeplyuphillintotheverythickestbushes.AndthenasshecamefullyawakeshefoundthatMrBeaverwasjustvanishingintoalittleholeinthebankwhichhadbeenalmosthiddehebushesuntilyouwerequiteontopofit.Infact,bythetimesherealizedwhatening,onlyhisshortflattailwasshowing.

    Lucyimmediatelystoopeddownandcrawledinafterhim.Thensheheardnoisesofscramblingandpuffingandpantingbehindherandinamomentallfiveofthemwereinside.

    "Whereveristhis?"saidPetersvoice,soundingtiredandpaleinthedarkness.(IhopeyouknowwhatImeanbyavoicesoundingpale.)"Itsanoldhiding-placeforbeaversinbadtimes,"saidMrBeaver,"andagreatsecret.

    Itsnotmuchofaplacebutwemustgetafewhourssleep.”

    "Ifyouhadntallbeeninsuchaplagueyfusserestarting,Idhavebroughtsomepillows,"saidMrsBeaver.

    ItwasntnearlysuicecaveasMrTumnuss,Lucythought-justaholeinthegroundbutdryahy.Itwasverysmallsothatwhentheyalllaydowntheywereallabundleofclothestogether,andwhatwiththatandbeingwarmedupbytheirlongwalktheywerereallyrathersnug.Ifonlyt