THEHEALINGOFHARMSWHENJillwokemandfoundherselfinacave,shethoughtforonehorridmomentthatshewasbatheUnderworld.Butwheicedthatshewaslyingonabedofheatherwithafurrymantleoverher,andsawacheeryfirecrag(asifnewlylit)onastohand,fartheroff,msunlightinginthroughthecavesmouth,sherememberedallthehappytruth.Theyhadhadadelightfulsupper,allcrowdedintothatcave,inspiteofbeingsosleepybeforeitroperlyover.ShehadavagueimpressionofDwarfscrowdingroundthefirewithfrying-pansratherbiggerthanthemselves,andthehissing,anddeliellofsausages,andmore,andmore,andmoresausages.Andnotwretchedsausageshalffullofbreadandsoyabeaher,but

    realmeaty,spies,fatandpipinghotandburstandjustthetibitburnt.Amugsoffrothychocolate,androastpotatoesandroastchestnuts,andbakedappleswithraisinsstuwherethecoreshadbeen,andthenicesjusttofreshenyouupafterallthehotthings.

    Jillsatupandlookedaround.Puddleglumaacewerelyingnotfaraway,bothfastasleep.

    "Hi,youtwo!"shoutedJillinaloudvoice."Arentyouevergoingtogetup?”

    "Shoo,shoo!"saidasleepyvoiewhereaboveher."Timetobesettlingdown.Haveagoodsnooze,do,do.Dontmakeato-do.Tu-whoo!”

    "Why,Idobelieve,"saidJill,glangupatawhitebundleoffluffyfeatherswhicherchedontopofagrandfatherclooneerofthecave,"IdobelieveitsGlimfeather!”

    "True,true,"whirredtheOwl,liftingitsheadoutfromuseningoneeye."IcameupwithamessageforthePriabouttwo.Thesquirrelsbroughtusthegoodnews.MessageforthePrince.Hesgone.Youretofollowtoo.Good-day-&qu