CHAPTER II . Peter’s coal-mine
W HAT fun!” said Mother, in the dark, feeling for the matches on the table. “How frightened the poor mice were — I don’t believe they were rats at all.”
She struck a match and relighted the candle and everyone looked at each other by its winky , blinky light.
“Well,” she said, “you’ve often wanted something to happen and now it has. This is quite an adventure, isn’t it? I told Mrs. Viney to get us some bread and butter, and meat and things, and to have supper ready. I suppose she’s laid it in the dining-room. So let’s go and see.”
The dining-room opened out of the kitchen. It looked much darker than the kitchen when they went in with the one candle. Because the kitchen was whitewashed, but the dining-room was dark wood from floor to ceiling, and across t
