The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"Then come in and get warm. Come in, little shrimps," said the Porter. They followed
him into the lodge. And though it was rather terrible to hear such a big door clang shut
behind them, they forgot about it as soon as they saw the thing they had been longing for
ever since supper time last night - afire. And such a fire! It looked as if four or five whole
trees were blazing on it, and it was so hot they couldn't go within yards of it. But they all
flopped down on the brick floor, as near as they could bear the heat, and heaved great
sighs of relief.
"Now, youngster," said the Porter to another giant who had 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 look as 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. The
children expected Puddleglum to refuse it, distrusting the Gentle Giants as he did. But he
muttered, "It's rather late to be thinking of precautions now that we're inside and the door
shut behind us." Then he sniffed at the liquor. "Smells all right," he said. "But that's
nothing to go by. Better make sure," and took a sip. "Tastes all right, too," he said. "But it
might do that at the first sip. How does it go on?" He took a larger sip. "Ah!" he said.
"But is it the same all the way down?" and took another. "There'll be something nasty at
the bottom, I shouldn't wonder," he said, and finished the drink. He licked his lips and
remarked to the children, "This'll be a test, you see. If I curl up, or burst, or turn into a
lizard, or something, then you'll know not to take anything they offer you." But the giant,
who was too far up to hear the things Puddleglum had been saying under his breath,
roared with laughter and said, "Why, Froggy, you're a man. See him put it away!"
"Not a man . . . Marsh-wiggle," replied Puddleglum in a somewhat indistinct voice. "Not
frog either: Marshwiggle."
At that moment the door opened behind them and the younger giant came in saying,
"They're to go to the throne-room at once."
The children stood up but Puddleglum remained sitting and said, "Marsh-wiggle. Marshwiggle.
Very respectable Marsh-wiggle. Respectowiggle."
"Show them the way, young 'un," said the giant Porter. "You'd better carry Froggy. He's
had a drop more than's good for him."