For a long time the giant felt nothing, but at last he awoke, pushed his comrade, and said, “Why art thou knocking me?”

“Thou must be dreaming,” said the other, “I am not knocking thee.” They laid themselves down to sleep again, and then the tailor threw a stone down on the second.

“What is the meaning of this?” cried the other. “Why art thou pelting me?”

“I am not pelting thee,” answered the first, growling. They disputed about it for a time, but as they were weary they let the matter rest, and their eyes closed once more. The little tailor began his game again, picked out the biggest stone, and threw it with all his might on the breast of the first giant.