The Hobbit JR Tolkien - Mr Collins

handles splintered and jarred their armscruelly, and the steel heads broke or bentlike lead. Mining work, they saw clearly,was no good against the magic that hadshut this door; and they grew terrified, too,of the echoing noise.Bilbo found sitting on the doorsteplonesome and wearisome—there was nota doorstep, of course, really, but they usedto call the little grassy space between thewall and the opening the “doorstep” infun, remembering Bilbo’s words long agoat the unexpected party in his hobbit-hole,when he said they could sit on thedoorstep till they thought of something.And sit and think they did, or wanderedaimlessly about, and glummer andglummer they became.Their spirits had risen a little at the