She filled a giant foot.bath with hot water and helped Jill into it. If you can swim （as Jill could） a giant bath is a lovely thing. And giant towels， though a bit rough and coarse， are lovely too， because there are acres of them. In fact you don’t need to dry at all， you just roll about on them in front of the fire and enjoy yourself. And when that was over， clean， fresh， warmed clothes were put on Jill： very splendid clothes and a little too big for her， but clearly made for humans not giantesses. “I suppose if that woman in the green kirtle comes here， they must be used to guests of our size，” thought Jill.
She soon saw that she was right about this， for a table and chair of the right height for an ordinary grown.up human were placed for her， and the knives and forks and spoons were the proper size too. It was delightful to sit down， feeling warm and clean at last. Her feet were still bare and it was lovely to tread on the giant carpet. She sank in it well over her ankles and it was just the thing for sore feet. The meal.which I suppose we must call dinner， though it was nearer tea time.was cock.a.leekie soup， and hot roast turkey， and a steamed pudding， and roast chestnuts， and as much fruit as you could eat.