The Giant laughed and looked down at his fingers. Each one was as big as a thick flagpole thirty feet long.
"What would these fingers be doing, playing cards?" he said. "Pshaw! I couldn't play even Old Maid--or Casino."
"I'll show you how," said Marmaduke eagerly, and the Giant put him on a shelf of the Earth close to his head. Then Marmaduke took from his pocket a little pack of cards and shuffled them. He explained the rules very carefully--Old Maid it was--and then dealt them to Ping Pong, Sing Song and Ah See, for they joined in the game, and to the Giant. In those thirty-foot fingers the tiny cards looked like little bits of pink confetti. The Giant seemed to like the game, but Marmaduke beat the three little Chinamen, and the Giant, too, for all he was so big.
They had finished the second hand, when the Giant looked at his furnace.
"There, that's what I get for loafin'," he said, "my furnace is 'most out."
After he had thrown about a thousand shovelfuls or so on the fire, which must have taken him all of five minutes, the Giant turned to Marmaduke.
"I haven't shown you my trick," he said, "how would you like to see me make a volcano blow up?"
Marmaduke was a little frightened, but it was too good a chance to miss.
"Yes, thank you," he replied, "that would be rather nice."
"Well, sir, watch then."