They had expected to see the grey， heathery slope of the oor going up and up to join the dull autumn sky. Instead， a laze of sunshine met them. It poured through the doorway s the light of a June day pours into a garage when you open he door. It made the drops of water on the grass glitter like eads and showed up the dirtiness of Jill’s tear.stained face. nd the sunlight was coming from what certainly did look ke a different world.what they could see of it. They saw mooth turf， smoother and brighter than Jill had ever seen efore， and blue sky and， darting to and fro， things so bright hat they might have been jewels or huge butterflies. Although she had been longing for something like this， ll felt frightened. She looked at Scrubb‘s face and saw that e was frightened too.
“Come on， Pole，” he said in a breathless voice. “Can we get back？ Is it safe？” asked Jill.
At that moment a voice shouted from behind， a mean， piteful little voice. “Now then， Pole，” it squeaked. “Everyone nows you’re there. Down you come.” It was the voice of dith Jackle， not one of Them herself but one of their angers.on and tale.bearers.