“Oh！” screamed the Queen， gathering her skirts close bout her ankles. “The horrid thing！ It’s alive.”
“He‘s quite all right， your Majesty， really， he is，” said crubb hastily. “You’ll like him much better when you get to now him. I‘m sure you will.”
I hope you won’t lose all interest in Jill for the rest of he if I tell you that at this moment she began to ry. There was a good deal of excuse for her. Her feet and ands and ears and nose were still only just beginning to haw； melted snow was trickling off her clothes； she had ad hardly anything to eat or drink that day； and her legs ere aching so that she felt she could not go on standing uch longer. Anyway， it did more good at the moment than nything else would have done， for the Queen said：
“Ah， the poor child！ My lord， we do wrong to keep our uests standing. Quick， some of you！ Take them away. Give hem food and wine and baths. Comfort the little girl. Give er lollipops， give her dolls， give her physics， give her all ou can think of.possets and comfits and caraways and llabies and toys. Don‘t cry， little girl， or you won’t be good or anything when the feast comes.”