'Where is the little boy that ran into the hall just
now? Whoever tells me a lie shall be instantly boiled.'
"'He's in the broom,' cried one dough-faced boy. 'He's in there, and a
little girl with him.'
"'The naughty children,' cried the giant, 'to hide from _me_!' And he made
a stride towards the broom.
"'Catch hold of the bristles, Bobby. Get right into a tuft, and hold on,'
cried Tricksey-Wee, just in time.
"The giant caught up the broom, and seeing nothing under it, set it down
again with a bang that threw them both on the floor. He then made two
strides to the boys, caught the dough-faced one by the neck, took the lid
off a great pot that was boiling on the fire, popped him in as if he had
been a trussed chicken, put the lid on again, and saying, 'There boys! See
what comes of lying!' asked no more questions; for, as he always kept his
word, he was afraid he might have to do the same to them all; and he did
not like boiled boys. He like to eat them crisp, as radishes, whether
forked or not, ought to be eaten.
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