She brought Jill to a round room in one of the turrets，here there was a little bath sunk in the floor and a fire ofsweet.smelling woods burning on the flat hearth and a lamp hanging by a silver chain from the vaulted roof. The window looked west into the strange land of Narnia， and Jill saw the red remains of the sunset still glowing behind distant mountains. It made her long for more adventures and feel sure that this was only the beginning.
When she had had her bath， and brushed her hair， and put on the clothes that had been laid out for her.they were the kind that not only felt nice， but looked nice and smelled nice and made nice sounds when you moved as well.she would have gone back to gaze out of that exciting window， but she was interrupted by a bang on the door.
“Come in，” said Jill. And in came Scrubb， also bathed and splendidly dressed in Narnian clothes. But his face didn’t look as if he were enjoying it.
“Oh， here you are at last，” he said crossly， flinging himself into a chair. “I‘ve been trying to find you for ever so long.”