CHAPTER SEVEN
ter. to t errible to be about it as soon as time last nig looked as if four or five , and it go . But t, and sighs of relief.
quot;Noer,quot; said ter to anot aring at tors till it looked as if art out of ;run across o t; And ed er a final stare, and a great guffa the room.
quot;No; said ter to Puddleglum, quot;you look as if you ed some c; tle very like Puddleglums o about ty times larger. quot;Let me see, let me see,quot; said ter. quot;I cant give you a cup or youll dro me see. t-cellar t mention it over at tting over s not my fault.”
t-cellar very like one of ours, being narro it doed Puddleglum to refuse it, distrusting tle Giants as tered, quot;Its rate to be tions no be; t t;Smells all rig; ;But ts noto go by. Better make sure,quot; and took a sip. quot;tastes all rigoo,quot; ;But it mig at t sip. go on?quot; ook a larger sip. quot;A; he said.
quot;But is it t; and took anot;ty at ttom, I s ; o t;test, you see. If I curl up, or burst, or turn into a lizard, or somet to take anyt; But t, o er and said, quot; it away!”
quot;Not a man . . . Mars; replied Puddleglum in a someinct voice. quot;Not frog either: Marshwiggle.”
At t moment t came in saying, quot;to go to t once.”
tood up but Puddleglum remained sitting and said, quot;Marsable Marsowiggle.”
quot;S; said t Porter. quot;Youd better carry Froggy. hans good for him.”
quot;Not; said Puddleglum. quot;Not a frog. Notabiggle.”
But