With a great deal’ of bustle， muttering reproaches to itself， the Dwarf half led and half supported Shasta at a great speed further into the wood and a little downhill. It was a longer walk than Shasta wanted at that moment and his legs had begun to feel very shaky before they came out from the trees on to bare hillside. There they found a little house with a smoking chimney and an open door， and as they came to the doorway Duffle called out，“Hey， brothers！ A visitor for breakfast.”
And immediately， mixed with a sizzling sound， there came to Shasta a simply delightful smell. It was one he had never smelt in his life before， but I hope you have. It was， in fact， the smell of bacon and eggs and mushrooms all frying in a pan.
“Mind your head， lad，” said Duffle a moment too late， for Shasta had already bashed his forehead against the low lintel of the door. “Now，” continued the Dwarf， “sit you down. The table‘s a bit low for you， but then the stool’s low too. That‘s right. And here’s porridge.and here‘s a jug of cream.and here’s a spoon.”
