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e began to cry. There was a good deal of excuse for her. Her feet and hands and ears and nose were still only just beginning to thaw；melted snow was trickling off her clothes；she had had hardly anything to eat or drink that day；and her legs were aching so that she felt she could not go on standing much longer. Anyway，it did more good at the moment than anything else would have done，for the Queen said：“Ah，the poor child ！ My lord，we do wrong to keep our guests standing. Quick，some of you ！Take them away. Give them food and wine and baths. Comfort the little girl. Give her lollipops，give her dolls，give her physics，give her all you can think of—possets and comfits and caraways and lullabies and toys. Don’t cry，little girl，or you won’t be good for anything when the feast comes.”
Jill was just as indignant as you and I would have been at the mention of toys and dolls；and，though lollipops and comfits might be all very well in their way，she very much hoped that something more solid wou
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