It was Mr. Literal; and the little old man was smiling in a very hypocritical manner and rubbing his hands together.
"Just a word of caution," said Mr. Literal, by way of beginning.
Everychild knew it was going to be something disagreeable, but he only said, "What is it?"
"That fellow who calls himself your friend——"
"You mean the giant," said Everychild.
"He's a bad lot. Better keep an eye on him."
Everychild stared at the path before him.
"I'll tell you a little something about him—then you'll know whether I'm right or not. Did he ever tell you where his home is?"
"No," said Everychild, very uncomfortably.
"Of course not. Well, he was driven away from his home, years ago. He'd not dare to go back."