A door opened， letting out a delicious glow of firelight，nd the Porter appeared. Jill bit her lips for fear she should cream. He was not a perfectly enormous giant； that is to ay， he was rather taller than an apple tree but nothing like o tall as a telegraph pole. He had bristly red hair， a leather rkin with metal plates fastened all over it so as to make a ind of mail shirt， bare knees （very hairy indeed） and things ke puttees on his legs. He stooped down and goggled at uddleglum.
“And what sort of creature do you call yourself ？” he said. Jill took her courage in both hands. “Please，” she said， houting up at the giant. “The Lady of the Green Kirtle alutes the King of the Gentle Giants， and has sent s two Southern children and this Marsh.wiggle （his ame’s Puddleglum） to your Autumn Feast. .If it‘s quite onvenient， of course，” she added.
