The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

who was, from the giants' point of view, a little old woman almost bent double with age,
and, from the human point of view, a giantess small enough to go about an ordinary room
without knocking her head on the ceiling. She was very capable, though Jill did wish she
wouldn't keep on clicking her tongue and saying things like "Oh la, la! Ups-adaisy" and
"There's a duck" and "Now we'll be all right, my poppet". She filled a giant foot-bath
with hot water and helped Jill into it. If you can swim (as Jill could) a giant bath is a
lovely thing. And giant towels, though a bit rough and coarse, are lovely too, because
there are acres of them. In fact you don't need to dry at all, you just roll about on them in
front of the fire and enjoy yourself. And when that was over, clean, fresh, warmed clothes
were put on Jill: very splendid clothes and a little too big for her, but clearly made for
humans not giantesses. "I suppose if that woman in the green kirtle comes here, they must
be used to guests of our size," thought Jill.
She soon saw that she was right about this, for a table and chair of the right height for an
ordinary grown-up human were placed for her, and the knives and forks and spoons were
the proper size too. It was delightful to sit down, feeling warm and clean at last. Her feet
were still bare and it was lovely to tread on the giant carpet. She sank in it well over her
ankles and it was just the thing for sore feet. The meal - which I suppose we must call
dinner, though it was nearer tea time - was cock-a-leekie soup, and hot roast turkey, and a
steamed pudding, and roast chestnuts, and as much fruit as you could eat.
The only annoying thing was that the Nurse kept coming in and out, and every time she
came in, she brought a gigantic toy with her - a huge doll, bigger than Jill herself, a
wooden horse on wheels, about the size of an elephant, a drum that looked like a young
gasometer, and a woolly lamb. They were crude, badly made things, painted in very
bright colours, and Jill hated the sight of them. She kept on telling the Nurse she didn't
want them, but the Nurse said:
"Tut-tut-tut-tut. You'll want 'em all right when you've had a bit of a rest, I know! Te-hehe!
Beddy bye, now. A precious poppet!"
The bed was not a giant bed but only a big four-poster, like what you might see in an oldfashioned
hotel; and very small it looked in that enormous room. She was very glad to
tumble into it.
"Is it still snowing, Nurse?" she asked sleepily.
"No. Raining now, ducky!" said the giantess. "Rain'll wash away all the nasty snow.
Precious poppet will be able to go out and play tomorrow!" And she tucked Jill up and
said good night.
I know nothing so disagreeable as being kissed by a giantess. Jill thought the same, but
was asleep in five minutes.
The rain fell steadily all the evening and all the night, dashing against the windows of the
castle, and Jill never heard it but slept deeply, past supper time and past midnight. And