“Goodbye， dear Puddleglum，” said Jill， going over to the Marsh.wiggle’s bed. “I‘m sorry we called you a wet blanket.” “So’m I，” said Eustace. “You‘ve been the best friend in theworld.”
“And I do hope we’ll meet again，” added Jill.
“Not much chance of that， I should say，” replied Puddleglum. “ don‘t reckon I’m very likely to see my old wigwam again either. And that Prince.he‘s a nice chap.but do you think he’s very strong？ Constitution ruined with living underground， I shouldn‘t wonder. Looks the sort that might go off any day.”
“Puddleglum！” said Jill. “You’re a regular old humbug. You ound as doleful as a funeral and I believe you‘re perfectly appy. And you talk as if you were afraid of everything， hen you’re really as brave as.as a lion.”
“Now， speaking of funerals，” began Puddleglum， but Jill， ho heard the Centaurs tapping with their hoofs behind er， surprised him very much by flinging her arms round is thin neck and kissing his muddy.looking face， while ustace wrung his hand. Then they both rushed away to the entaurs， and the Marsh.wiggle， sinking back on his bed， emarked to himself， “Well， I wouldn‘t have dreamt of her oing that. Even though I am a good.looking chap.”
