They were Magic Boots, and they laughed as he spoke—
“Oh, ho,” says the giant, “you think it’s a joke?”
III
So he put on his boots, and came stumping down,
Clatter and clump, into Banbury town—
He did not fly into Banbury,
For plenty of time to walk had he!
He kicked at the gate—“Within there, ho!”
“Oh, what is your name?” says the porter Slow.
“Oh, the Giant Frodgedobbulum am I,
For a wife out of Banbury town I sigh!”
Up spake the porter, bold and free,
“Your room we prefer to your company.”
Up spake Frodgedobbulum, free and bold,
“I will build up your town with silver and
gold!”
Up spake Marjorie, soft and small,
“I will not be your wife at all!”