“That doesn’t matter. You had better go. He is fond of little children, particularly little girls.”
“Oh, then he won’t hurt me.”
“I am not sure of that. He is so fond of them that he eats them up; and I am afraid he couldn’t help hurting you a little. He’s a very good man though.”
“Oh! then—” began Tricksey-Wee, feeling rather frightened; but before she could finish her sentence she heard the sound of footsteps very far apart and very heavy. The next moment, who should come running towards her, full speed, and as pale as death, but Buffy-Bob. She held out her arms, and he ran into them. But when she tried to kiss him, she only kissed the back of his head; for his white face and round eyes were turned to the door.
“Run, children; run and hide!” said the giantess.
“Come, Buffy,” said Tricksey; “yonder’s a great brake; we’ll hide in it.”
The brake was a big broom; and they had just got into the bristles of it when they heard the door open with a sound of thunder, and in stalked the giant. You would have thought you saw the whole earth through the door 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 a cannon. “He looked a very nice boy indeed. I am almost sure he crept through the mousehole 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, my dear?” retorted the giant.