"The name for our dear little Prince!"
"Don't be too sure of that, gossip. But why don't you say what it is?" she snapped in an awful curiosity, and just the least bit jealous.
"Gargantua!"
"Oh, my!" said the third oldest, who was a mild sort of old lady.
Some say that it was the lords and neighbors who were feasting on the tripes, when the old King cried out, Que grand tu as! who had shouted back that the young Prince ought to be called "Gargantua." I am rather afraid that the oldest of the Three Wise Old Women had been listening at the door of the royal banqueting hall, when she ought to have been in Queen Gargamelle's chamber.
[CHAPTER III.]
GARGANTUA AS A BABY.
