“Thank you， Missie，” said Giant Rumblebuffin， stooping down. Next moment Lucy got rather a fright for she found herself caught up in mid.air between the Giant’s finger and thumb. But just as she was getting near his face he suddenly started and then put her gently back on the ground muttering， “Bless me！ I‘ve picked up the little girl instead. I beg your pardon， Missie， I thought you was the handkerchee！”
“No， no，” said Lucy， laughing， “here it is！” This time he managed to get it but it was only about the same size to him that a saccharine tablet would be to you， so that when she saw him solemnly rubbing it to and fro across his great red face， she said， “I’m afraid it‘s not much use to you， Mr Rumblebuffin.”
“Not at all. Not at all，” said the giant politely. “Never met a nicer handkerchee. So fine， so handy. So.I don’t know how to describe it.”
“What a nice giant he is！” said Lucy to Mr Tumnus.
“Oh， yes，” replied the Faun. “All the Buffins always were. One of the most respected of all the giant families in Narnia. Not very clever， perhaps （I never knew a giant that was）， but an old family. With traditions， you know. If he‘d been the other sort she’d never have turned him into stone.”
