“He was the great Earl of Warwick: a valiant soldier who slew so many people that he became melancholy, and retired to Guy’s Cliff, as it is now called, and there lived alone in a cave for thirty years. He was nine feet high.”
“And what is that?” said Tommy Toby, pointing to an immense pot.
“That,” said the antique lady, “was the mighty Guy’s porridge pot.”
“How much does it hold?”
“It holds one hundred and twenty gallons, and weighs eight hundred pounds.”
“Did the mighty Guy drink as much porridge as that at every meal?” asked Tommy, his curiosity taking a wider circle with each new statement.
“I don’t know; all of these things happened long, long before I was born.
“That,” said the lady, “is a rib of the Dun Cow.”
“What kind of a cow was that?” asked Tommy.
“It was a cow which the mighty Guy killed on Dunsmore Heath. It weighs nine pounds and a half.”