| PAGE |
| “Good-by,” he roared. “And don’t forget the giant Riverrath” | [Frontispiece] |
| A fountain that shot up in a silver torrent | [11] |
| A tremendous palace, all of ice | [71] |
| “No,” said Granua, “I’m down in the valley, picking bilberries” | [93] |
| The giants in the market-place | [157] |
| The little man stood on the edge of the chimney | [181] |
| A tremendous canoe as high as a cliff, and filled with men who
seemed to touch the sky | [195] |
| “Good day,” said Offero. “Can you tell me the way to the king
called Christ?” | [223] |
| He would make it trot or gallop | [239] |
| She could not dine without me | [289] |
| The trees brushed them | [321] |
