“Good day， t.r.r.avellers，” she cried out in a voice as sweet as the sweetest bird‘s song， trilling her R’s delightfully. “Some of you are young pilgrims to walk this rough waste.”
“That‘s as may be， Ma’am，” said Puddleglum very stiffly and on his guard.
“We‘re looking for the ruined city of the giants，” said Jill. “The r.r.ruined city？” said the Lady. “That is a strangeplace to be seeking. What will you do if you find it？”
“We’ve got to.” began Jill， but Puddleglum interrupted. “Begging your pardon， Ma‘am. But we don’t know youor your friend.a silent chap， isn‘t he？ .and you don’t know us. And we‘d as soon not talk to strangers about our business， if you don’t mind. Shall we have a little rain soon， do you think？”