was little danger of her overtaking them and making her son go back.

He was delighted that there was to be a new member of the band; while
the thought of having a dog along with them seemed almost too good to
be true. It would be much more interesting, having a dog with them.
He could not know, of course, what exciting events lay in wait for him,
and it seemed to him that having the dog might be the most wonderful
part of the entire journey.

He was just thinking that the band was now large enough, even if no
other children appeared to go with them, when something occurred to mar
his perfect happiness.

Tom had been walking ahead, because he knew the path better; and all of
a sudden some one caught step with him and began to talk to him.

It was Mr. Literal; and the little old man was smiling in a very
hypocritical manner and rubbing his hands together.

"Just a word of caution," said Mr. Literal, by way of beginning.

Everychild knew it was going to be something disagreeable, but he only
said, "What is it?"

"That fellow who calls himself your friend----"

"You mean the giant," said Everychild.

"He's a bad lot. Better keep an eye on him."