Tricksey gave the heart a sharp pinch. Down fell the giant on his knees, blubbering, and crying, and begging for his heart.
"You shall have it, if you behave yourself properly," said Tricksey.
"How shall I behave myself properly?" asked he, whimpering.
"Take all those boys and girls, and carry them home at once."
"I'm not able; I'm too ill. I should fall down."
"Take them up directly."
"I can't, till you give me my heart."
"Very well!" said Tricksey; and she gave the heart another pinch.
The giant jumped to his feet, and catching up all the children, thrust some into his waistcoat pockets, some into his breast pocket, put two or three into his hat, and took a bundle of them under each arm. Then he staggered to the door.
All this time poor Doodlem was sitting in her arm-chair, crying, and mending a white stocking.