And the three of them went off talking excitedly while he let himself be transported upstairs through the air tube and set about dressing himself. (Bradbury, 12)
A minute later Lydia appeared.“I’ll be glad when we get away,” she said thankfully.“Did you leave them in the nursery?”“I wanted to dress too. Oh, that horrible Africa. What can they see in it?” “Well, in five minutes we’ll be on our way to Iowa. Lord, how did we ever get in this house? What made us buy a nightmare?”“Pride, money, foolishness.”“I think we’d better get downstairs before those kids spend too much time with those damned beasts again.” (Bradbury, 12)
Wendy, Peter! Why, they’ve locked it from the outside! Peter!
open the door!
Just then they heard the children calling, “Daddy, Mommy, come quick – quick!”They went downstairs in the air tube and ran down the hall. The children were nowhere in sight. “Wendy? Peter!” (Bradbury, 12)
They ran into the nursery. The veldt was empty save for the lions waiting, looking at them. “Peter, Wendy?” (Bradbury, 12)
The door closed loudly. - George Hadley and his wife turned quickly and ran back to the door. - Hadley, trying the handle. - He beat at the door. “Open up!”He heard Peter’s voice outside, against the door.“Don’t let them switch off the nursery and the house,” he was saying. Mr. and Mrs. George Hadley beat at the door. (Bradbury, 13)
And then they heard the sounds. The lions were on three sides of them in the yellow veldt grass. They walked quietly through the dry grass, making long, deep rolling sounds in their throats. The lions! Mr. Hadley looked at his wife and they turned and looked back at the beasts edging slowly forward, knees bent, tails in the air. Mr. and Mrs. Hadley screamed. And suddenly they realized why those other screams had sounded familiar. (Bradbury, 13)