“Now， youngster，” said the Porter to another giant whohad been sitting in the back of the room， staring at the visitors till it looked as if his eyes would start out of his head， “run across with this message to the House.” And he repeated what Jill had said to him. The younger Giant， after a final stare， and a great guffaw， left the room.
“Now， Froggy，” said the Porter to Puddleglum， “you lookas if you wanted some cheering up.” He produced a black bottle very like Puddleglum‘s own， but about twenty times larger. “Let me see， let me see，” said the Porter. “I can’t give you a cup or you‘ll drown yourself. Let me see. This salt. cellar will be just the thing. You needn’t mention it over at the House. The silver will keep on getting over here， and it‘s not my fault.”
The salt.cellar was not very like one of ours， being narrower and more upright， and made quite a good cup for Puddleglum， when the giant set it down on the floor beside him.
