“By Jove， you‘re right，” said Peter， “and look there.andthere. It’s trees all round. And this wet stuff is snow. Why， Ido believe we‘ve got into Lucy’s wood after all.”
And now there was no mistaking it and all four children stood blinking in the daylight of a winter day. Behind them were coats hanging on pegs， in front of them were snow. covered trees.
Peter turned at once to Lucy.
“I apologize for not believing you，” he said， “I‘m sorry. Will you shake hands？”
“Of course，” said Lucy， and did.
“And now，” said Susan， “what do we do next？”
“Do？” said Peter， “why， go and explore the wood， of course.”
“Ugh！” said Susan， stamping her feet， “it’s pretty cold. What about putting on some of these coats？”
“They‘re not ours，” said Peter doubtfully.
“I am sure nobody would mind，” said Susan； “it isn’t as if we wanted to take them out of the house； we shan‘t take them even out of the wardrobe.”
“I never thought of that， Su，” said Peter. “Of course， now you put it that way， I see. No one could say you had bagged a coat as long as you leave it in the wardrobe where you found it. And I suppose this whole country is in the wardrobe.”
