It would have been a pretty enough scene to look at it through a window from a comfortable armchair； and even as things were， Lucy enjoyed it at first. But as they went on walking and walking.and walking.and as the sack she was carrying felt heavier and heavier， she began to wonder how she was going to keep up at all. And she stopped looking at the dazzling brightness of the frozen river with all its waterfalls of ice and at the white masses of the tree. tops and the great glaring moon and the countless stars and could only watch the little short legs of Mr Beaver goingpad.pad.pad.pad through the snow in front of her as if they were never going to stop. Then the moon disappeared and the snow began to fall once more. And at last Lucy was so tired that she was almost asleep and walking at the same time when suddenly she found that Mr Beaver had turned away from the river.bank to the right and was leading them steeply uphill into the very thickest bushes. And then as she came fully awake she found that Mr Beaver was just vanishing into a little hole in the bank which had been almost hidden under the bushes until you were quite on top of it. In fact， by the time she realized what was happening， only his short flat tail was showing.
