Still the Giant Northwind kept running round and round the house with great leaps. And the windows creaked, and the trees thumped the house with their branches.
Suppose the Giant should break in and carry him 'way, 'way off!
The door of the next room was open. Through it he could see the bright fire. Higher and higher leaped the flames, as if they wanted to jump up the chimney and join the Northwind in his mad race.
Very comfy and bright looked the fire. Very funny were the shadows on the wall, dancing and bowing to each other and jumping up and down like Jacks-in-the-Box.
One shadow was like a man's, as tall as the ceiling.
Had Giant Northwind gotten in the house at last!
Marmaduke shivered and crept out of bed—and hurried into the next room. He kept as far away from that giant shadow as he could. But he never cried out. He was very brave.
On and on against the wall he tiptoed towards the chair by the fire, where the Toyman sat, thinking his strange thoughts.
The Toyman felt a tug at his sleeve. He looked around. There stood Marmaduke, pointing at the shadow.
That shadow was so big and Marmaduke was so small.