“Mind your own business！” said the dwarf when he saw that Edmund had turned his head to look at them； and he gave the rope a vicious jerk.
But of course this didn’t prevent Edmund from seeing. Only five minutes later he noticed a dozen crocuses growing round the foot of an old tree.gold and purple and white. Then came a sound even more delicious than the sound of the water. Close beside the path they were following， a bird suddenly chirped from the branch of a tree. It was answered by the chuckle of another bird a little further off. And then， as if that had been a signal， there was chattering and chirruping in every direction， and then a moment of full song， and within five minutes the whole wood was ringing with birds‘ music， and wherever Edmund’s eyes turned he saw birds alighting on branches， or sailing overhead or chasing one another or having their little quarrels or tidying up their feathers with their beaks.
“Faster！ Faster！” said the Witch.
