“I can‘t abide the thought of that Witch fiddling with it，” said Mrs Beaver， “and breaking it or stealing it， as likely as not.”
“Oh， please， please， please， do hurry！” said the three children. And so at last they all got outside and Mr Beaver locked the door （“It’ll delay her a bit，” he said） and they set off， all carrying their loads over their shoulders.
The snow had stopped and the moon had come out when they began their journey. They went in single file.first Mr Beaver， then Lucy， then Peter， then Susan， and Mrs Beaver last of all. Mr Beaver led them across the dam and on to the right bank of the river and then along a very rough sort of path among the trees right down by the river.bank. The sides of the valley， shining in the moonlight， towered up far above them on either side. “Best keep down here as much as possible，” he said. “She‘ll have to keep to the top， for you couldn’t bring a sledge down here.”
