When Jill woke next morning and found herself in a cave， she thought for one horrid moment that she was back in the Underworld. But when she noticed that she was lying on a bed of heather with a furry mantle over her， and saw a cheery fire crackling （as if newly lit） on a stone hearth and， further off， morning sunlight coming in through the cave‘s mouth， she remembered all the happy truth. They had had a delightful supper， all crowded into that cave， in spite of being so sleepy before it was properly over. She had a vague impression of Dwarfs crowding round the fire with frying.pans rather bigger than themselves， and the hissing， and delicious smell of sausages， and more， and more， and more sausages. And not wretched sausages half full of bread and soya bean either， but real meaty， spicy ones， fat and piping hot and burst and just the tiniest bit burnt. And great mugs of frothy chocolate， and roast potatoes and roast chestnuts， and baked apples with raisins stuck in where the cores had been， and then ices just to freshen you up after all the hot things.
Jill sat up and looked around. Puddleglum and Eustace were lying not far away， both fast asleep.