"Were you big when you were a boy?"
"I was over seven feet high on my fifteenth birthday," said the giant.
"Did the teacher lick you often?" asked one of the boys shyly.
"Not very often. He couldn't take me over his knee very well."
"What an awful lot of cloth you must take for your clothes!" said the last boy.
"That's so, my lad. I keep a manufactory running all the time to keep me supplied."
"Do you think that's true, Paul?" asked Jimmy, doubtfully.
"Not quite," answered Paul, smiling.
"Don't you need to eat a good deal?" was the next question.
"Oh, no, not much. Half a dozen chickens and a couple of turkeys are about all I generally eat for dinner. Perhaps I could eat more if I tried. If any of you boys will invite me to dinner I'll do my best."