But upstairs among the ladies she asked questions about how she would be dresd for the great feast, and how long she would be allowed to sit up, and whether she would dah some very, very small giant. And then （it made her hot all over when she remembered it afterwards） she would put her head on one side in an idiotic fashion which grown-ups, giant and otherwi, thought very fetg, and shake her curls, and fidget, and say, “Oh, I do wish it was tomorrow night, don’t you? Do you think the time will go quickly till then?” And all the giantess said she erfect little darling; and some of them dabbed their eyes with enormous handkerchiefs as if they were going to cry.
“They’re dear little things at that age,” said one giao another. “It ems almost a pity...”
Scrubb and Puddleglum both did their best, but girls do that kind of thier than boys. Even boys do it better than Marsh-wiggles.
At lunchtime something happened which made all three of them more anxious thao leave the castle of the Gentle Giants. They had lun the great hall at a little table of their owhe fireplace. At a bigger table, about twenty yards away, half a dozen old giants were lung. Their versation was so noisy, and so high up in the air, that the children soon took no more notice of it than you would of hooters outside the window or traffiois ireet. They were eating cold venison, a kind of food which Jill had asted before, and she was liking it.
But upstairs among the ladies she asked questions about how she would be dresd for the great feast, and how long she would be allowed to sit up, and whether she would dah some very, very small giant. And then （it made her hot all over when she remembered it afterwards） she would put her head on one side in an idiotic fashion which grown-ups, giant and otherwi, thought very fetg, and shake her curls, and fidget, and say, “Oh, I do wish it was tomorrow night, don’t you? Do you think the time will go quickly till then?” And all the giantess said she erfect little darling; and some of them dabbed their eyes with enormous handkerchiefs as if they were going to cry.
“They’re dear little things at that age,” said one giao another. “It ems almost a pity...”
Scrubb and Puddleglum both did their best, but girls do that kind of thier than boys. Even boys do it better than Marsh-wiggles.
At lunchtime something happened which made all three of them more anxious thao leave the castle of the Gentle Giants. They had lun the great hall at a little table of their owhe fireplace. At a bigger table, about twenty yards away, half a dozen old giants were lung. Their versation was so noisy, and so high up in the air, that the children soon took no more notice of it than you would of hooters outside the window or traffiois ireet. They were eating cold venison, a kind of food which Jill had asted before, and she was liking it.