"Good job?"
"Used to be much better—too many strikes nowadays."
"I see; it ruins the trade, does it?"
"Our trade especially."
"So?"
"But what's your name?" asked the Prince.
"Well, I'm generally known as 'The Big One.' You see, I can stretch out my stomach to such a pitch that I can shelter a whole regiment of soldiers in it. Shouldn't you like to see me do the trick?"
"Swell away!" ejaculated the Prince.
The Big One thereupon puffed and puffed himself out, and swelled himself to such a pitch that he blocked up the highway from one side to the other.
"Bravo!" cried the Prince; "you're a swell!"