THE GIANTS HEART.
" You could hide it at the bottom of the flour-barrel," said she.
" That would make me feel chokey," answered he.
" Well, in the coal-cellar. Or in the dust-hole —that's the place! No one would think of looking for your heart in the dust-hole."
" Worse and worse !" cried the giant.
" Well, the water-butt," suggested she.
" No, no; it would grow spongy there," said he.
" Well, what will you do with it ? "
"1 will leave it a month longer where it is, and then I will give it to the Queen of the Kangaroos, and she will carry it in her pouch for me. It is best to change its place, you know, lest my enemies should scent it out. But, dear Doodlem, it's a fretting care to have a heart of one's own to look after. The responsibility is too much for me.