What had stopped Jill when she got as far as the say of“I say” was of course simply a fine big snowball that cameailing through the dance from a Dwarf on the far side and ot her fair and square in the mouth. She didn’t in the least ind； twenty snowballs would not have damped her spirits t that moment. But however happy you are feeling， you an‘t talk with your mouth full of snow. And when， after onsiderable spluttering， she could speak again， she quite orgot in her excitement that the others， down in the dark， ehind her， still didn’t know the good news. She simply aned as far out of the hole as she could， and yelled to the ancers.
“Help！ Help！ We‘re buried in the hill. Come and dig us ut.”
The Narnians， who had not even noticed the little hole in he hillside， were of course very surprised， and looked about several wrong directions before they found out where he voice was coming from. But when they caught sight of ll they all came running towards her， and as many as could crambled up the bank， and a dozen or more hands were retched up to help her. And Jill caught hold of them and hus got out of the hole and came slithering down the bankead first， and then picked herself up and said：