this story is about somthing that happend to them when they were sent away from london during the war because of the air raids.
" this is very queer."
they were sent to the house of an old professor who lived in the heart of the contry, ten miles from the nearest post office.
"I can always get back if anything gose wrong."
the room was quiet empty exceped for one big wardrobe the sort that has a looking glass in the door there was nothing else in the room at all exepte a dead blue bottle on the window sill.
"goodness gracious me!."
looking into the inside Lucy saw coats hanging up mostly long fur coats. there was nothing lucy liked so much as the smell and feel of fur. But then it started to get realy dark.
Soon lucy went further in and found that there was a second row of coats hanging up behind the first one. It was almost quit dark in there and Lucy kept her arms streched out in front of her so as not to bump lucy's face into the back of the wardrobe.Lucy started felling cold in a split sec Lucy felt snow on the bottem of Lucys feet and on Lucys head.
the fanun was only a little taller than lucy her self and he carried over his head an umbrella white with snow from the waist up ward he was shaped like a man but his legs were sshaped like a goat the hair on them was glossy black and instead of feet he had he had goats feet. one of his hand he held an umbrellain the other arm he carried severalbrown paper parcels.