“Look here. There‘s only one thing to be done. We must explore the wood. Hermits and knights.errant and people like that always manage to live somehow if they’re in a forest. They find roots and berries and things.”
“What sort of roots？” asked Susan.
“I always thought it meant roots of trees，” said Lucy.
“Come on，” said Peter， “Ed is right. And we must try to do something. And it‘ll be better than going out into the glare and the sun again.”
So they all got up and began to follow the stream. It was very hard work. They had to stoop under branches and climb over branches， and they blundered through great masses of stuff like rhododendrons and tore their clothes and got their feet wet in the stream； and still there was no noise at all except the noise of the stream and the noises they were making themselves. They were beginning to get very tired of it when they noticed a delicious smell， and then a flash of bright colour high above them at the top of the right bank.
“I say！” exclaimed Lucy. “I do believe that’s an apple tree.” It was. They panted up the steep bank， forced their way through some brambles， and found themselves standing round an old tree that was heavy with large yellowish.
