Next moment she found that what was rubbing against her face and hands was no longer soft fur but
something hard and rough and even prickly. "Why, it is just like branches of trees!" exclaimed Lucy.
And then she saw that there was a light ahead of her; not a few inches away where the back of the
wardrobe ought to have been, but a long way off. Something cold and soft was falling on her. A
moment later she found that she was standing in the middle of a wood at night-time with snow under her feet and snowflakes falling through the air.