But for the tree people different fare was provided. When Lucy saw Clodsley Shovel and his moles scuffling up the turf in various places （which Bacchus had pointed out to them） and realized that the trees were going to eat earth it gave her rather a shudder. But when she saw the earths that were actually brought to them she felt quite different. They began with a rich brown loam that looked almost exactlylike chocolate； so like chocolate， in fact， that Edmund tried a piece of it， but he did not find it at all nice. When the rich loam had taken the edge off their hunger， the trees turned to an earth of the kind you see in Somerset， which is almost pink. They said it was lighter and sweeter. At the cheese stage they had a chalky soil， and then went on to delicate confections of the finest gravels powdered with choice silver sand. They drank very little wine， and it made the Hollies very talkative： for the most part they quenched their thirst with deep draughts of mingled dew and rain， flavoured with forest flowers and the airy taste of the thinnest clouds.
