Jill was just as indignant as you and I would have been at the mention of toys and dolls; and, though lollipops and fits might be all very well in their way, she very much hoped that something more solid would be provided. The Queen’s foolish speech, however, produced excelles, for Puddleglum and Scrubb were at once picked up by gigantitlemen-in-waiting, and Jill by a gigantic maid of honour, and carried off to their rooms.
Jill’s room was about the size of a church, and would have been rather grim if it had not had a r fire on the hearth and a very thick crimson carpet on the floor. And here delightful things began to happen to her. She was handed over to the Queen’s old Nur, who was, from the giants’point of view, a little old woman almost bent double with age, and, from the human point of view, a giantess small enough to go about an ordinary room without knog her head on the ceiling. She was very capable, though Jill did wish she wouldn’t keep on clig her tongue and saying things like “Oh la, la！ Ups-adaisy” and “There’s a duck” and “Now we’ll be all right, my poppet”. She filled a giant foot-bath with hot water and helped Jill into it. If you swim （as Jill could） a giant bath is a lovely thing. And giant towels, though a bit rough and coar, are lovely too, becau there are acres of them. In fact you don’t o dry at all, you just roll about on them in front of the fire and enjoy yourlf. And when that was over, , fresh, warmed clothes were put on Jill：very splendid clothes and a little too big for her, but clearly made for humans not giantess.
“I suppo if that woman in the green kirtle es here, they must be ud to guests of our size,” thought Jill.
She soon saw that she was right about this, for a table and chair of the right height for an ordinary grown-up human were placed for her, and the knives and forks and spoohe proper size too. It was delightful to sit down, feeling warm and at last. Her feet were still bare and it was lovely to tread on the giant carpet. She sank in it well over her ankles and it was just the thing for sore feet. The meal — which I suppo we must call dihough it was ea time — was cock-a-leekie soup, and hot roast turkey, and a steamed pudding, and roast chestnuts, and as much fruit as you could eat.
The only annoying thing was that the Nur kept ing in and out, and every time she came in, she brought a gigantic toy with her — a huge doll, bigger than Jill herlf, a wooden hor on wheels, about the size of an elephant, a drum that looked like a young gasometer, and a woolly lamb. They were crude, badly made things, painted in very bright colours, and Jill hated the sight of them. She kept on telling the Nur she didn’t want them, but the Nur said： “Tut-tut-tut-tut. You’ll want‘em all right when you’ve had a bit of a rest, I know！ Te-hehe！ Beddy bye, norecious poppet！”
The bed was not a giant bed but only a big four-poster, like what you might e in an oldfashioned hotel; and very small it looked in that enormous room. She was very glad to tumble into it.
“Is it still snowing, Nur?” she asked sleepily.
“No. Raining now, ducky！” said the giantess. “Rain’ll wash away all the nasty snow. Precious poppet will be able to go out and play tomorrow！” And she tucked Jill up and said good night.