"I haven't thought of a way yet," was the response. "It takes wit, you
know. I'll think of a way before long. Don't speak so loud."

The giant had come quite close to them by this time. "Good morning,"
he said pleasantly.

Not one of the children recognized him, and Everychild ventured to say,
in a polite tone, "Good morning . . . though I don't believe we know
who you are." He was thinking: "If he will only explain that he is a
good giant!"

"I am known as the giant, Will o'Dreams," was the reply.

Everychild was charmed by the beauty of his voice; but he was startled
when Jack cried out sternly,--

"And what are you doing here?"

The giant regarded Jack with thoughtful eyes. "A natural question, I
am sure," he said after a pause. "Permit me to say, then, that I have
merely been looking at a few masterpieces."

At this Everychild felt a delightful sense of mystery stir within him.
The words seemed tremendous--and yet he could not think what they meant!

But Jack the Giant Killer nodded his head shrewdly. And almost
instantly he said, "Well, you'll look at no more masterpieces--whatever
they are!"