CHAPTER EIGHT
t;Go on, Pole, do your stuff,quot; whispered Scrubb.
Jill found t s speak a word. S Scrubb.
to ed up to t.
quot;If you please, Sire, tle salutes you by us and said youd like to umn Feast.”
t King and Queen looked at eaco eac Jill didnt exactly like. Ster traigs go. t and , po t of times, and of course looks muc is ten times too big. t out ongue and licked do t:
but ongue so unexpectedly, t it gave Jill quite a shock.
quot;O good c; said t;Perer all,quot; t Jill.)
quot;Yes indeed,quot; said t;Quite excellent co our court.
Give me your hands.”
retc rig also errible pointed nails. oo big to surn, o he arms.
quot;And ?quot; asked ting to Puddleglum.
quot;Res; said Puddleglum.
quot;O; screamed ts close about ;thing!
Its alive.”
quot;e all rigy, really, ; said Scrubb ily. quot;Youll like ter o know him. Im sure you will.”
I lose all interest in Jill for t of tell you t at t so cry. t and ill only just beginning to ted snorickling off o eat or drink t day; and s s go on standing muc did more good at t t;Ao keep our guests standing. Quick, some of you! take t ttle girl. Give s and comfits and caraoys. Dont cry, little girl, or you be good for anyt comes.”
Jill as indignant as you and I ion of toys and dolls; and, ts mig somet results, for Puddleglum and Scrubb once picked up by gigantic gentlemen-in-ing, and Jill by a gigantic maid of o their rooms.