And really it was uncommonly like Nothing. There were no stars. It was so dark that they couldn’t see one another at all and it made no difference whether you kept your eyes shut or open. Under their feet there was a cool， flat something which might have been earth， and was certainly not grass or wood. The air was cold and dry and there was no wind.
“My doom has come upon me，” said the Witch in a voice of horrible calmness.
“Oh don‘t say that，” babbled Uncle Andrew. “My dear young lady， pray don’t say such things. It can‘t be as bad as that. Ah.Cabman.my good man.you don’t happen to have a flask about you？ A drop of spirits is just what I need.”