"Aren't a giraffe. I'm the keeper. But I'll turn into a giraffe again as soon as you answer me."
"I'm going down in that little clump by the wall, where there are plenty of things for giraffes to eat."
Reminded that he was hungry, Charlie began to cry.
"What's the matter?" asked Sally, stopping short.
"Don't want to be a giraffe and eat old leaves and things," Charlie wailed. "Can't I have some gingerbread, Sally?"
"Well, here," said Sally. She took from her pocket some little crackers, which she gave him. "I guess those won't hurt you."
Charlie made no reply, being busy with the crackers; and Sally led him into the clump by the wall and tied him.
"Sally," asked Charlie, somewhat anxiously, "what you goin' to do?"
"I'm going up in the tree, of course."
"Yes, but Sally, what will you be?"