very prim lines. And at last he spoke.

"Listen to me, _Mr. Will o'Dreams_: I know you!" His tone was
triumphant, merciless.

But the giant only nodded politely and said, "Very well, Mr. Literal;
and I know you, too!"

"At least," said Mr. Literal icily, "I do not go about under an assumed
name!"

"Nor do I," replied the other.

"It is false!" exclaimed Mr. Literal. "I know you too well. You are
that evil creature, Imagination."

"I am sometimes called so," admitted the giant candidly. "The name has
a somewhat formidable sound. I prefer to be known as Will
o'Dreams--that is all."

"You are trying to evade the truth," declared Mr. Literal. "Well do
you know that if you were to make your real name known, honest folk
would shun you."

The giant only waved his hand lightly. "I will not argue with you," he
said.

"But I have something else to say to you," said Mr. Literal. "Your
statement to those children on the road--that was false too."