CHAPTER TWELVE
,quot; said Sa weakly.
quot;Come on, t; said t once ttle arms round Sas to support ; all to be as! Better talking.”
it deal of bustle, muttering reproaco itself, ted Sa at a great speed furto ttle doa ed at t moment and o feel very s from trees on to bare tle o t, quot;or for breakfast.”
And immediately, mixed o Sa a simply delig , the smell of bacon and eggs and mushrooms all frying in a pan.
quot;Mind your ; said Duffle a moment too late, for Sa tel of t;No; continued t;sit you down.
tables a bit lo tools looo. ts right. And heres porridge - and heres a jug of cream - and heres a spoon.”
By time Sa ting t and t milk, and toast, on table.
It o Sa for Calormene food is quite different. even knouff before. kno toast oil instead of butter. And tself e different from ty, fis of Arsed ase cable-clottle curtains on t roublesome o use des and knives and forks. t t t many Sas plate or cup , and every moment t;Butter pleasequot;, or quot;Anot; or quot;Id like a fe; about frying anot; And ten as mucs for side to a benc ttage retc t sigentment and t t been a lig would oo .
quot;Noranger,quot; said Duffle, quot;Ill s a,
beyond t see tern Mountains. And t round is called tone table. Just beyond -”
But at t moment errupted by a snore from Sa s journey and breakfast, asleep. ticed to eac to ing up and -tiptoeing a tainly would ired.
pretty ime for supper. t oo small for tirred nor dreamed