pocket a little pack of cards and shuffled them. He explained the
rules very carefully--Old Maid it was--and then dealt them to Ping
Pong, Sing Song and Ah See, for they joined in the game, and to the
Giant. In those thirty-foot fingers the tiny cards looked like little
bits of pink confetti. The Giant seemed to like the game, but
Marmaduke beat the three little Chinamen, and the Giant, too, for all
he was so big.

They had finished the second hand, when the Giant looked at his
furnace.

"There, that's what I get for loafin'," he said, "my furnace is 'most
out."

After he had thrown about a thousand shovelfuls or so on the fire,
which must have taken him all of five minutes, the Giant turned to
Marmaduke.

"I haven't shown you _my_ trick," he said, "how would you like to
see me make a volcano blow up?"

Marmaduke was a little frightened, but it was too good a chance to
miss.

"Yes, thank you," he replied, "that would be rather nice."

"Well, sir, watch then."

And the Giant raised his hands to his mouth and shouted at the little
gnomes:--