IHEYDISETHINGWORTHKNOWING
&hersadmittedafterwardthatJillhadbeeday。AssoonastheKiofthehuntingpartyhadsetoff，shebeganmakingatourofthewholedaskiions，butallinsuot，babyishwaythatnoonecouldsuspectherofadesign。Thuewasill，youcouldhardlysayshetalked:sheprattledandgiggled。Shemadelovetoeveryohegrooms，theporters，thehousemaids，theladies-in-waiting，andtheelderlygiantlordswhosehunti。Shesubmittedtobeingkissedabyanynumberofgiantesses，manyofwhomseemedsorryforherandcalledher“apoorlittlething”thoughhemexplainedwhy。Shemadeespedswiththeddiscoveredtheall-importantfacttherewasascullerydoorwhichletyhtheouterwall，sothatyoudidocrossthecourtyardorpassthegreatgatehouse。Ishepreteobegreedy，asofscrapswhichthedssdelightedtogiveher。Butupstairsamongtheladiessheaskedquestionsabouthowshewouldbedressedfreatfeast，andhowlongshewouldbeallowedtositup，ahershewoulddahsomevery，verysmallgiant。Amadeherhotalloverwheafterward）shewouldputherheadononesideinanidiotiwhi-ups，giantahoughtveryfetdshakeherdfidget，andsay，“Oh，Idowishitwastht，don'tyou?Doyouthiimewillgoquicklytillthen?”Aessessaidsheerfectlittledarling;ahemdabbedtheireyeswithenormoushandkerchiefsasiftheyweregoingtocry。
“They'redearlittlethingsatthatage，”saidooaseemsalmostapity。。。”
SdPuddleglumbothdidtheirbest，butgirlsdothatkindofthihanboys。EvenboysdoitbetterthanMarsh-wiggles。
AtluhinghappenedwhichmadeallthreeofthemmoreanxiousthaoleavethecastleoftheGes。Theyhadluhallatalittletableoftheirowhefireplace。Atabiggertable，abouttwentyyardsaway，halfadozenoldgiantswerelung。Theirversationwassonoisy，andsohighupihatthesoontookiceofitthanyouwouldofhootersoutsidethewindowortraffioisesiheywereeatingison，akindoffoodwhichJillhadedbefore，andshewaslikingit。
Suddeurhem，andhisfaesopalethatyoucouldseethepaleuralmuddinessofhisplexion。Hesaid:
“Doherbite。”
“What&#?”askedtheotherter。
“Didn'tyouhearwhatthosegiantsweresaying?‘That'saenderhaunison，'saidohenthatstagwasaliar，'saidanother。‘Why?'saidthefirstone。‘Oh，'saidtheother。‘Theysaythatwhenhewascaughthesaid，Don'tkillme，I'mtough。Youwon'tlikeme。'”ForamomentJilldidhefullmeaningofthis。ButshedidwhenScrubb'seyesopehhorrorandhesaid:
“Sowe'vebeealkingstag。”
Thisdiscoverydidn'thaveexactlythesameeffeallofthem。Jill，tothatworld，wassorryforthepandthoughtitrotteohavekilledhim。Scrubb，whohadbeeninthatworldbeforeandhadatleastoalkiashisdearfriehorrified;asyoumightfeelaboutamurder。ButPuddleglum，whowasNarnianborn，wassidfaiasyouwouldfeelifyoufoundyouhadeatenababy。
“We&#httheangerofAslanohat'swhatesofothesigns。We'reunderacurse，Iexpect。Ifitouldbethebestthingwecoulddo，totaketheseknivesaoouro>
AndgraduallyevenJillcametoseeitfromhispoianyrate，hemwantedanymorelundassooitsafetheycreptquietlyoutofthehall。
Itihattimeofthedayonwhichtheirhopesofesded，andallbeervous。Theyhungaboutinpassagesahingstobeequiet。Thegiaonadreadfullylohemealwasover。Thebaldoellingastory。Whenthatwasover，thethreetravellersdawdleddow。Buttherewerestillplentyofgialeastinthescullery，andputtingthingsaway。Itwasagonizing，waitingtillthesefiheirjobsand，oheirhaaway。Atlastonlyoneoldgiantesswasleftintheroom。Shepotteredabout，a，andatlastthethreetravellersrealizedwithhorrorthatshedidogoa>
“Well，dearies，”shesaidtothem。“Thatjob'sabh。Let'sputthekettlethere。That'llmakeaeapresently。NowIhavealittlebitofarest。Justlookintothescullery，likegoodpoppets，ahebackdoorisopen。”
&is，”saidScrubb。
“That&#ht。IalensoasPussandout，thep。”
&downononedputherfeetuponanother。
“Idon'tknowasImightn'thavefortywinks，”saidthegiantess。“Ifonlythatblaringpartydoesn'tebacktoosoon。”
Alltheirspiritsleapedupwheioyeddownagaiiohehuntingparty。
&heyusuallyeback?”askedJill。
“Youell，”saidthegiathere;goaforabit，mydearies。”
&edtothefarededoutintothescullerythereahegiantesshadnotsatup，openedhereyes，andbrushedawayafly。“Don'ttryittillwe'resureshe'sreallyasleep，”whisperedScrubb。“Orit'llsp。”Sotheyallhuddledatthekitd，waitingandwatg。Thethoughtthatthehuebaymomentwasterrible。Aesswasfidgety。Wheshehadreallygoosleep，shemoved。
“I'tbearthis，”thoughtJill。Todistrad，shebeganlookingabouther。Justinfrontofherwasawidetablewithtie-dishesonit，aheyie-dishesofcourse。Jillthoughtthatshecouldliedownjustfortablyihem。Thensheclimbeduponthebeabletolookatthebook。Sheread:
MALLARD。Thisdeliciousbirdbeavarietyof>
“It'sacookerybook，”thoughtJillwithoutmuterest，andglancedoverhershiantess'seyeswereshutbutshedidn'tlookasifshewereproperlyasleep。Jillglathebook。Ithabetidattheveryryherheartseemedtostopbeating;Itran
MAlittlebipedhaslongbeenvaluedasadelicasatraditionalpartoftheAutum，aweenthefisha。Ea。。。
butsheotbeartoreadaurnedrouesshadandwashavingafitofg。Jilloihebook。Theyalsomouhebehehugepages。ScrubbwasstillreadingabouthowtoenwhenPuddleglumpoiherybelowit。Itwaslikethis:
MARSH-WIGGLE。Someauthoritiesrejeimalaltogetherasunfitfiants'ptiosstringydmuddyflavour。Theflavour，hreatlyreducedif-Jilltouchedhisfeet，andScrubb's，gently。Allthreelookedbackatthegiahwasslightlyopenaherecameasoundwhichatthatmomentwasmorewelthananymusiored。Andnowitwasaquestionoftiptoework，notoofast，hardlydarithroughthescullery（giantsculleriessmellhorrid），outatlastintothepalesunlightofawiernoon。
&thethlittlepathlydown。And，thaherightsideofthecastle;theouswasinsight。Iestheywerebathebroad，steeproadwhithemaihecastle。Theywerealsoinfullviewfrlewindowonthatside。Ifithadbeewo，orfivewindowsthere'dbeareasohatbelookingout。Buttherewerehaheyoo，thattheroadonwhichtheywere，ahegrouhemayRuinous，didn'tofferasmuchcoveraswouldhideafox;itwasallcrassandpebblesandflatstoomakemattersworse，theywerehesthatthegiantshadprovidedforthemlastPuddleglum，whomnothingwouldfit。Jillworeavividgreehertoolongforher，aastlefrihwhitefur。Scrubbhadscarletstogs，bluetunidcloak，agold-hiltedsword，aheredbo。