chater even a day with the beaver (第11/14页)
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ey took a pail with them．Mr. Beaver sat down quietly at the edge of the hole（he didn’t seem to mind it being so chilly），looked hard into it，then suddenly shot in his paw，and before you could say Jack Robinson had whisked out a beautiful trout．Then he did it all over again until they had a fine catch of fish．
Meanwhile the girls were helping Mrs. Beaver to fill the kettle and lay the table and cut the bread and put the plates in the oven to heat and draw a huge jug of beer for Mr. Beaver from a barrel which stood in one corner of the house，and to put on the frying-pan and get the dripping hot．Lucy thought the Beavers had a very snug little home though it was not at all like Mr. Tumnus’s cave．There were no books or pictures，and instead of beds there were bunks， like on board ship，built into the wall．And there were hams and strings of onions hanging from the roof，and against the walls were gum boots and oilskins and hatchets and pairs of shears and spades and trowels and things for
