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be sure, 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 the same instant Trickscy-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."