“How would you like a hinge?” cried the thin giant, as they reached the door. “There are some very handsome and odd hinges, nearly new. If you take one, you might some day get another to match it, and then you would have a nice pair all ready when you put up a new door.”
Feldar stopped a moment in the doorway.
“I’ll look at them,” he answered, and then went on.
“Here, good sir,” said Flipkrak, showing the young giant into a large room, “is a collection of most beautiful articles. You can choose any one of them, or even two if you like. They will be admirable mementos of your deceased relative.”
Feldar looked around. There were all sorts of brass and iron ornaments, old pieces of furniture and various odds and ends, of little value.
“A nice lot of rubbish,” said the young giant. “If I ever have any holes to fill up, on my ground, I may send for a few wagon-loads of it. Suppose we look through the rest of the castle?”
“Oh, good sir,” said the dividing-agent, “the things in the rest of the castle belong to my good master!”
“You can come if you choose,” said Feldar, striding away, “or you can stay behind,” and the poor man, frightened, ran after him as fast as he could.
The young giant walked through several of the vast rooms of the castle. “I see you have a great deal of very fine furniture here,” he said to Flipkrak, “and I need furniture. I will mark some of it with this piece of chalk, and you can send it to me.”
“Oh, yes, good sir,” cried the dividing-agent, quite pleased at this. “We can send it to you after you go away.”