“Oh dear,” she cried, “where is the Giant? I’d quite forgotten him!”
CHAPTER VI
FE-FO-FUM!
Nurse looked very worried indeed.
“So had I,” she said. “We must have gone too fast for him!” And she flew up on to the top of a tree and gazed away across the hills. “He never will let us lend him wings,” she went on, “so he always gets left behind. He says his seven-leagued boots will last him out all right, and it’s no good arguing with him. Now, I expect he’s stuck somewhere, or has stumbled upon the Ogres and had a fight.”
“What!” cried Peggy in great horror. “My Giant fighting? Oh, he’d sure to be beaten. What shall I do?” and she fluttered to and fro in great distress.
“Why, wish he were here, of course,” said Nurse. “You’ve five wishes left still, haven’t you?”
Peggy wished at once, and the Giant came crashing through the wood, upsetting the sugar trees in all directions.
“Oh, look!” said Nurse. “How careless you are!” (But she didn’t say it a bit in her old cross way.) “Plant those trees again before you do anything else!”
The Giant looked terribly knocked about and woebegone, and his coat was all in tatters, but he did as he was told at once, balancing the trees up again, and stamping in their roots well, like Peggy had seen the gardener do with his plants. Then he sat down on the ground and wiped his hot face with his pocket-handkerchief, and the Fairies all stopped eating sweets to hear what he had to say.