“I was going to ask her all about herself，” said Jill. “But ow could I when you wouldn‘t tell her anything about us？” “Yes，” said Scrubb. “And why were you so stiff and npleasant？ Didn’t you like them？”
“Them？” said the wiggle. “Who‘s them？ I only saw one.” “Didn’t you see the Knight？” asked Jill.
“I saw a suit of armour，” said Puddleglum. “Why didn‘t he peak？”
“I expect he was shy，” said Jill. “Or perhaps he just wantsto look at her and listen to her lovely voice. I’m sure I would if I was him.”
“I was wondering，” remarked Puddleglum， “what you‘d really see if you lifted up the visor of that helmet and looked inside.”
“Hang it all，” said Scrubb. “Think of the shape of the armour！ What could be inside it except a man？”
“How about a skeleton？” asked the Marsh.wig gle with ghastly cheerfulness. “Or perhaps，” he added as an afterthought， “nothing at all. I mean， nothing you could see. Someone invisible.”
“Really， Puddleglum，” said Jill with a shudder， “you do have the most horrible ideas. How do you think of them all？”
