TANGLEWOOD FIRESIDE.

AFTER THE STORY.

  
 

AQQIOUSIN EUSTACE,” demanded Sweet Fern,
| Ny who had been sitting at the story-teller’s feet,
INEZ] with his mouth wide open, “exactly how tall
was this giant?”

“QO Sweet Fern, Sweet Fern!” cried the student,
“do you think I was there, to measure him with a yard-
stick ? Well, if you must know to a hair’s-breadth, I
suppose he might be from three to fifteen miles straight
upward, and that he might have seated Iimself on Ta-
conic, aud had Monument Mountain for a footstool.”

“Dear me!” ejaculated the good little boy, with a
contented sort. of a grunt, “that was a giant, sure
enough! And how long was his little finger ?”’

« As long as from Tanglewood to the lake,’’ said Eus-
tace.

“Sure enough, that was a giant!” repeated Swect
Fern, in an ecstasy at the precision of these measure-
ments. ‘ And how broad, I wonder, were the shoulders

of Hercules ?”’