"Mine'll be about the Big Giant," said I, clearing my throat.
"The Big Giant.
"Once upon a time he had three heads, and he roared so you could hear him a mile."
"That isn't anything," said Fel; "my hair don't stand out a bit."
"Why, I hadn't but just begun. You wait and see what comes next. Did I say the Big Giant had three heads? He had sixteen. And every one of 'em had three mouths, and some had ten; and they made a noise when he chewed grass like——like thunder."
"It don't scare me a bit," said Fel, stoutly.
"Did I say the Big Giant ate grass? He ate fire; he ate live coals, the liver the better."
"I should have thought 'twould have burnt him all up," said Fel.
"There, miss, you needn't pretend not to be scared! I'm so scared myself I can't but just tell!—No, it didn't burn him up; it came out at his great big nose. And when the Big Giant walked along the streets folks ran away, for he blazed so. And there wasn't enough water in Willowbrook to put him out!"
"He didn't live at Willowbrook?"