"Well, a Corralated Giant's a mighty big person," said the girl, doubtfully, "and a mud-turtle isn't much of a fighter. I guess I'll go home."
"That is impossible," declared the turtle. "You are too far from home ever to get back without my help, so you may as well be good and obedient."
"What must I do?" she asked.
"We will wait until it is nearly noon, when the giant will put his pot on the fire to boil his dinner. We can tell the right time by watching the smoke come out of his chimney. Then you must march straight up to the castle and into the kitchen where the giant is at work, and throw me quickly into the boiling kettle. That is all that you will be required to do."
"I never could do it!" declared Twinkle.
"Why not?"
"You'd be scalded to death, and then I'd be a murderer!"
HUNTING THE MAGIC FLOWER
"Nonsense!" said the turtle, peevishly. "I know what I'm doing, and if you obey me I'll not be scalded but an instant; for then I'll resume my own form. Remember that I'm a fairy, and fairies can't be killed so easily as you seem to think."