222 THE FAIRY-FOLK OF THE BLUE HILL.

“ Thou horrid nurse, now go away !
I will not go with thee, I say!”

The king and Toto both laughed immoder-
ately at the recollection of the trick they had
played so successfully, and then Toto the Slim
_bade the king adieu and returned to the giant.
_ Meantime the giant king was fast asleep at

the foot of the hill, but before he had slept
many minutes, the elf Toto returned, and,
finding the giant asleep still, perched astride
the branch of a tall pine that grew above the
head of the sleeping giant, and watched him
with much amusement.

For a while it was very entertaining to see
the giant with his great mouth open, and watch
his deep breathing and the stupid expression of
his face, but before long the pastime became
monotonous, and the elf began to wish he
would wake up. As the giant’s sleep became
heavier and heavier, and the sounds of his
breathing louder and louder, the elf grew im-
patient, and set his active mind at work to
discover some means of awakening the great
fellow.

Picking up a large stone, or rather one that
was large for the elf’s small hands, — in fact it