“But it isn’t dark， you poor stupid Dwarfs，” said Lucy. “Can‘t you see？ Look up！ Look round！ Can’t you see the sky and the trees and the flowers？ Can‘t you see me？”
“How in the name of all Humbug can I see what ain’t there？ And how can I see you any more than you can see me in this pitch darkness？”
“But I can see you，” said Lucy. “I‘ll prove I can see you. You’ve got a pipe in your mouth.”
“Anyone that knows the smell of baccy could tell that，” said Diggle.
“Oh the poor things！ This is dreadful，” said Lucy. Then she had an idea. She stopped and picked some wild violets. “Listen， Dwarf，” she said. “Even if your eyes are wrong， perhaps your nose is all right： can you smell that？” She leaned across and held the fresh， damp flowers to Diggle‘sgly nose. But she had to jump back quickly in order tovoid a blow from his hard little fist.
“None of that！” he shouted. “How dare you！ What do ou mean by shoving a lot of filthy stable.litter in my face？ here was a thistle in it too. It’s like your sauce！ And who re you anyway？”