Puddleglum was just beginning to strike what he thought a gay and gamesome attitude （which might have spoiled everything if it had been noticed） when Jill put on her most attractively childish smile， rushed across to the Queen‘s litter and shouted up to the Queen.
“Oh， please！ You’re not going away， are you？ You will come back？”
“Yes， my dear，” said the Queen. “I‘ll be back tonight.” “Oh， good. How lovely！” said Jill. “And we may come tothe feast tomorrow night， mayn’t we？ We‘re so longing for tomorrow night！ And we do love being here. And while you’re out， we may run over the whole castle and see everything， mayn‘t we？ Do say yes.”
The Queen did say yes， but the laughter of all the courtiers nearly drowned her voice.