but she could not bear to read any more. She turned round. The giantess had woken up and was having a fit of coughing. Jill nudged the other two and pointed to the book. They also mounted the bench and bent over the huge pages. Scrubb was still reading about how to cook Men when Puddleglum pointed to the next entry below it. It was like this：
MARSH.WIGGLE. Some authorities reject this animal ltogether as unfit for giants’ consumption because of its ringy consistency and muddy flavour. The flavour can， owever， be greatly reduced if.
Jill touched his feet， and Scrubb‘s， gently. All three looked ack at the giantess. Her mouth was slightly open and om her nose there came a sound which at that moment as more welcome to them than any music； she snored. nd now it was a question of tiptoe work， not daring to go oo fast， hardly daring to breathe， out through the scullery iant sculleries smell horrid）， out at last into the pale unlight of a winter afternoon.
