“And you shall never again wear white stockings on a Sunday, all your life long.—Do you promise?”
The giant hesitated at this, and began to expostulate; but Tricksey-Wee, believing it would be good for his morals, insisted; and the giant promised.
Then she required of him, that, when she gave him back his heart, he should give it to his wife to take care of for him forever after.
The poor giant fell on his knees, and began again to beg. But Tricksey-Wee giving the heart a slight pinch, he bawled out—
“Yes, yes! Doodlem shall have it, I swear. Only she must not put it in the flour-barrel, or in the dust-hole.”
“Certainly not. Make your own bargain with her.—And you promise not to interfere with my brother and me, or to take any revenge for what we have done?”
“Yes, yes, my dear children; I promise everything. Do, pray, make haste and give me back