The first tree she looked at seemed at first glance to be not a tree at all but a huge man with a shaggy beard and great bushes of hair. She was not frightened： she had seen such things before. But when she looked again he was only a tree， though he was still moving. You couldn’t see whether he had feet or roots， of course， because when trees move they don‘t walk on the surface of the earth； they wade in it as we do in water. The same thing happened with every tree she looked at. At one moment they seemed to be the friendly， lovely giant and giantess forms which the tree. people put on when some good magic has called them into full life： next moment they all looked like trees again. But when they looked like trees， it was like strangely human trees， and when they looked like people， it was like strangely branchy and leafy people.and all the time that queer lilting， rustling， cool， merry noise.
“They are almost awake， not quite，” said Lucy. She knew she herself was wide awake， wider than anyone usually is.
