Giant was busy darning. For it was Saturday night, and her husband
would wear nothing but white stockings on Sunday."
"But how could he be so particular about white stockings on Sunday, and
eat little children?" asked one of the group.
"Why, to be sure," I answered, "he did eat little children, but only
_very_ little ones; and if ever it crossed his mind that it was wrong to
do so, he always said to himself that he wore whiter stockings on Sunday
than any other giant in all Giantland.
"At that instant, Tricksey-Wee heard a sound like the wind in a tree full
of leaves, and could not think what it could be; till, looking up, she
found that it was the giantess whispering to her; and when she tried very
hard, she could hear what she said well enough.
"'Run away, dear little girl,' she said, 'as fast as you can; for my
husband will be home in a few minutes.'
"'But I've never been naughty to your husband,' said Tricksey-Wee, looking
up in the giantess's face.
"'That doesn't matter. You had better go. He is fond of little children,
particularly little girls!'
"'Oh! Then he won't hurt me.
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