sorrywecalledyouawetbla.”

    "SomI,"saidEustace."Youvebeefriendintheworld.”

    "AndIdohopewellmeetagain,"addedJill.

    "Notmuchceofthat,Ishouldsay,"repliedPuddleglum."1dontreverylikelytoseemyoldwigwamagaiher.AndthatPrince-hesanicechap-butdoyou

    thinkhesverystrong?stitutionruihlivingunderground,Ishouldntwonder.

    Looksthesortthatmightgooffanyday.”

    "Puddleglum!"saidJill."Yourearegularoldhumbug.YousoundasdolefulasafuneralandIbelieveyoureperfectlyhappy.Andyoutalkasifyouwereafraidofeverything,whenyourereallyasbraveas-asalion.”

    "Now,speakingoffunerals,"beganPuddleglum,butJill,whoheardthetaurstappingwiththeirhoofsbehindher,surprisedhimverymuchbyflingingherarmsroundhisthinnedkissinghismuddy-lookingface,whileEustacewrunghishand.Thehrushedawaytothetaurs,andtheMarsh-wiggle,sinkingbahisbed,remarkedtohimself,"Well,Iwouldnthavedreamtofherdoingthat.EventhoughIamagood-lookingchap.”

    Torideoauris,nodoubt,agreathonour(andexceptJillaacethereisprobablynoonealiveintheworldtodaywhohashadit)butitisveryunfortable.Fornoonewhovaluedhislifewouldsuggestputtingasaddleoaur,andridingbare-baofun;especiallyif,likeEustace,youhaveneverlearorideatall.Thetaurswereverypoliteinagrave,gracious,grown-upkindofway,andastheyteredthroughtheNarnianwoodstheyspoke,withoutturningtheirheads,tellingthechildrenaboutthepropertiesofherbsandroots,theinflueheplaheninenamesofAslanwiththeirmeanings,andthingsofthatsort.But