“Well, dearies,” she said to them. “That job’s about through. Let’s put the kettle there. That’ll make a nice cup of tea prently. Now I have a little bit of a rest. Just look into the scullery, like good poppets, and tell me if the back door is open.”
“Yes, it is,” said Scrubb.
“That’s right. I always leave it open so as Puss get in and out, the poor thing.”
The down on one chair and put her feet up on another.
“I don’t know as I mightn’t have forty winks,” said the giantess. “If only that blarney hunting party doesn’t e back too soon.”
All their spirits leaped up when she mentioned forty winks, and flopped down again when she mentiohe return of the hunting party.
“When do they usually e back?” asked Jill.
“You never tell,” said the giantess. “But there; go and be quiet for a bit, my dearies.”
They retreated to the far end of the kit, and would have slipped out into the scullery there and then if the giantess had not sat up, opened her eyes, and brushed away a fly. “Don’t try it till we’re sure she’s really asleep,” whispered Scrubb. “Or it’ll spoil everything.” So they all huddled at the kit end, waiting and watg. The thought that the hunters might e back at any moment was terrible. And the giantess was fidgety. Whehey thought she had really goo sleep, she moved.
“I ’t bear this,” thought Jill. To distract her mind, she began looking about her. Just in front of her was a wide table with two pie-dishes on it, and an open book. They were giant pie-dishes of cour. Jill thought that she could lie down just fortably in one of them. Then she climbed up on the bench beside the table to look at the book. She read：
MALLARD. This delicious bird be cooked in a variety of ways.
“It’s a cookery book,” thought Jill without muterest, and glanced over her shoulder. The giantess’s eyes were shut but she didn’t look as if she were properly asleep. Jill glanced back at the book. At the very entry her heart emed to stop beating; It ran：
MAN. This elegant little biped has long been valued as a delicacy. It forms a traditional part of the Autum, and is rved between the fish and the joint. Each Man...
But she could not bear to read any more. She turned round. The giantess had wakened up and was having a fit of coughing. Jill he other toio the book. They also mouhe bend bent over the huge pages. Scrubb was still reading about how to en when Puddleglum poio the entry below it. It was like this：