him who seemed to be a traveler. He was dusty and travel-worn.
"Sir!" cried the Curious One, can you tell me where these roads lead?"
"I am sorry to say that I cannot," replied the other; "I am a stranger here; I never saw the city before."
"Indeed!" cried the Curious One; "where did you come from?"
"I came from the land of the giants," said the other.
"The giants!" exclaimed the Curious One. "Why, what were you doing there? Were you not afraid they would kill you?"
"Oh no!" replied the other, smiling; "they would not kill me. I am one of them."
"You!" cried the Curious One. "You! Why you are no bigger than an ordinary man."
"That is probably true," said the other, "I am a dwarf giant."
The Curious One opened his eyes, as wide as they would go. He was too much astonished to say a word.
"Yes," said the other, "my countrymen and my family are all giants. I am the only dwarf among them. I am so much smaller and weaker than any of them, that I can do none of the great things they do. And so, somewhat disheartened by my inferior position, I thought I would journey to this city, of which I have heard a great deal, in the hope that something would happen to raise my spirits."
"Do you know?" cried the Curious One, "this is the most wonderful thing! My master, who lately came to visit the city, is a giant dwarf! And he is just about your size!"
"That is rather remarkable," said the other. "A giant dwarf! I should like to see him."
