"'I say I am not a Weasel, but a fine fat boy,' said the vainglorious Ebenezer stoutly.
"'Then my friends, the Andirons have deceived me, have they?' roared the Giant.
"'Yes,' replied Ebenezer. 'But I can't stand being called a Weasel.'
"With that," said the Righthandiron, "Skihigh clapped Ebenezer into his market basket and then turned on Lefty and me. Lefty managed to get away, but I was caught."
"What did he do to you?" asked Tom, trembling with excitement.
"He tried to bite my head off," said Righty, with a laugh. "See those two dents on either side of my neck?"
Tom looked, and sure enough there were the dents—not very deep, but quite large enough to be seen.
"His teeth broke when he got that far," said Righty. "I'm pretty hard—but you see it needn't have happened at all if Ebenezer had only kept quiet about his not being a Weasel."