There was a hole in the back of the bench and they could peek through. The giant walked right over to the bench and sat down, while close behind it, the children were hiding as frightened as could be.
They didn’t dare speak, but they thought that the giant was the ugliest monster they had ever seen.
After a while he put up his great arms and yawned. The bench groaned and creaked with his immense weight, and all at once it broke down and the giant lay sprawling on the ground. The children jumped from their hiding-places, but not before the giant had seen them.
“What are you doing in my garden?” roared the giant, getting on his feet.
“If you please, we got here by mistake,” said Ray.
“We were in the castle,” explained Dorothy, “where we ate so many tarts and things that we had to come out here.”
“So ho!” roared the giant. “Did you know that whoever enters my castle belongs to me?”
The children trembled, and the monster continued: “This is the kingdom of the greedy, and I am the ruler; henceforth and forever you belong to me.”
“Oh, please let us go home,” said Dorothy; “we don’t like your castle.”
“Silence!” roared the giant. “If you disobey me I’ll boil you in my pot of soup.”