How Edmund hoped she was going to say something about breakfast！ But she had stopped for quite a different reason. A little way off at the foot of a tree sat a merry party， a squirrel and his wife with their children and two satyrs and a dwarf and an old dog.fox， all on stools round a table. Edmund couldn‘t quite see what they were eating， but it smelled lovely and there seemed to be decorations of holly and he wasn’t at all sure that he didn‘t see something like a plum pudding. At the moment when the sledge stopped， the Fox， who was obviously the oldest person present， had just risen to its feet， holding a glass in its right paw as if it was going to say something. But when the whole party saw the sledge stopping and who was in it， all the gaiety went out of their faces. The father squirrel stopped eating with his fork halfway to his mouth and one of the satyrs stopped with its fork actually in its mouth， and the baby squirrels squeaked with terror.
“What is the meaning of this？” asked the Witch Queen. Nobody answered.
