So Benevaldo went hurdling down the river, taking the bridges one by one, and dashing the city with spray.
The trees brushed them
Luigi laughed with delight. “I’m sorry to get back,” he said, as he pointed the way among the city houses.
Benevaldo took him gently out of the bag, and slipped him through the window safely upon his own bed.
“Good-by,” boomed the giant, giving the house an affectionate pat. “Good-by, little boy. Don’t forget Benevaldo, for I shall come again to see you. Watch for me from your window; and if it is too crowded for me to come among the houses, I will run along the river so that you can see my shadow sweeping over the roof tops.”
“Thank you, thank you,” cried Luigi. “But can’t I ever see you yourself again, good giant?”