when he opened it, so wide was it; and, when he closed it, it was like
nightfall.

"'Where is that little boy?' he cried, with a voice like the bellowing of
cannon. 'He looked a very nice boy, indeed. I am almost sure he crept
through the mouse hole at the bottom of the door. Where is he, my dear?'

"'I don't know,' answered the giantess.

"'But you know it is wicked to tell lies; don't you, dear?' retorted the
giant.

"'Now, you ridiculous old Thunderthump!' said his wife, with a smile as
broad as the sea in the sun; 'how can I mend your white stockings, and
look after little boys? You have got plenty to last you over Sunday, I am
sure. Just look what good little boys they are!'

"Tricksey-Wee and Buffy-Bob peered through the bristles, and discovered a
row of little boys, about a dozen, with very fat faces and goggle eyes,
sitting before the fire, and looking stupidly into it. Thunderthump
intended the most of these for seed, and was feeding them well before
planting them. Now and then, however, he could not keep his teeth off
them, and would eat one by the bye, without salt."

* * * * *

"Now, you know that's all nonsense; for little children don't grow in
gardens, I know. _You_ may believe in the radish beds: _I_ don't," said
one pert little puss.