those children. I would add to their innocent joys and take from their
sorrows. You do not know me, really. I have no wish to offend you;
but I tell you you ask too much when you bid me turn aside from that
pleasant company."

He arose and turned toward the door.

"You are warned," said Mr. Literal. "Persist in your present course
and I shall bring you to your knees."

"Abandon Everychild?" said the giant musingly. And he shook his head.
"No," he said. Then, wishing to conciliate the old man, he looked
about him to where the busts reposed. "They are all friends of mine,"
he said with a pleasant smile.

"They are all dead," said Mr. Literal coldly.

"What!--Shakespeare dead?" cried the giant in amazement. But he did
not remain for other words. Mr. Literal was staring stupidly at
nothing. He went out into the hall and closed the door behind him. He
would have descended the stairs then, but some one brushed against him
lightly and whispered, "Why do you waste your time in there?"

"I went in against my will," said the giant.

The stranger said in glad tones, "I know you well."

The giant replied, "My name is Will o'Dreams."

"Yes, yes," said the other. "My name is Will, too. Though certain