"Then does it belong to you?" said Jobson, fearing that the giant might treat him as a trespasser.
"I do not know," said the giant. "What does 'belong' mean?"
Jobson thought it was a queer question, but said nothing. Then Jobson began to think whether it might be possible to get this good-natured giant, who seemed so strong, to help him in his work. "Do you ever work?" he said to the giant.
"Oh yes," said he; "I can work if you will set me work to do. I like it. All work is play to me."
Then Jobson's heart was glad within him, and he thought to himself, "Here is one who could grind all my corn with his little finger, but dare I ask him?" So he thought for a time, and then he said, "You said you would work for any one?"
"Yes," said Aquafluens, gently, "for any one who will teach me to work."
"Then," said Jobson, "would you work for me?"
"Yes," said the giant; "if you will teach me."
"But what wages must I pay you?" asked Jobson.
Then the giant laughed, and said, "What queer words you use. You say 'belong.' What does 'belong' mean? I do not know. You say 'wages.' What are 'wages'? I have never heard of them."