"The giants were not made always,"she resumed."If a Little One doesn't care,he grows greedy,and then lazy,and then big,and then stupid,and then bad.The dull creatures don't know that they come from us.Very few of them believe we are anywhere.They say NONSENSE!--Look at little Blunty:he is eating one of their apples!
He will be the next!Oh!oh!he will soon be big and bad and ugly,and not know it!"The child stood by himself a little way off,eating an apple nearly as big as his head.I had often thought he did not look so good as the rest;now he looked disgusting.
"I will take the horrid thing from him!"I cried.
"It is no use,"she answered sadly."We have done all we can,and it is too late!We were afraid he was growing,for he would not believe anything told him;but when he refused to share his berries,and said he had gathered them for himself,then we knew it!He is a glutton,and there is no hope of him.--It makes me sick to see him eat!""Could not some of the boys watch him,and not let him touch the poisonous things?""He may have them if he will:it is all one--to eat the apples,and to be a boy that would eat them if he could.No;he must go to the giants!He belongs to them.You can see how much bigger he is than when first you came!He is bigger since yesterday.""He is as like that hideous green lump in his hand as boy could look!""It suits what he is making himself."
"His head and it might change places!"
"Perhaps they do!"
"Does he want to be a giant?"
"He hates the giants,but he is making himself one all the same:he likes their apples!Oh baby,baby,he was just such a darling as you when we found him!""He will be very miserable when he finds himself a giant!""Oh,no;he will like it well enough!That is the worst of it.""Will he hate the Little Ones?"
"He will be like the rest;he will not remember us--most likely will not believe there are Little Ones.He will not care;he will eat his apples.""Do tell me how it will come about.I understand your world so little!I come from a world where everything is different.""I do not know about WORLD.What is it?What more but a word in your beautiful big mouth?--That makes it something!""Never mind about the word;tell me what next will happen to Blunty.""He will wake one morning and find himself a giant--not like you,good giant,but like any other bad giant.You will hardly know him,but I will tell you which.He will think he has been a giant always,and will not know you,or any of us.The giants have lost themselves,Peony says,and that is why they never smile.I wonder whether they are not glad because they are bad,or bad because they are not glad.
But they can't be glad when they have no babies!I wonder what BADmeans,good giant!"
"I wish I knew no more about it than you!"I returned."But I try to be good,and mean to keep on trying.""So do I--and that is how I know you are good."A long pause followed.
"Then you do not know where the babies come from into the wood?"Isaid,making one attempt more.
"There is nothing to know there,"she answered."They are in the wood;they grow there.""Then how is it you never find one before it is quite grown?"Iasked.
She knitted her brows and was silent a moment:
"They're not there till they're finished,"she said.
"It is a pity the little sillies can't speak till they've forgotten everything they had to tell!"I remarked.
"Little Tolma,the last before this baby,looked as if she had something to tell,when I found her under a beech-tree,sucking her thumb,but she hadn't.She only looked up at me--oh,so sweetly!
SHE will never go bad and grow big!When they begin to grow big they care for nothing but bigness;and when they cannot grow any bigger,they try to grow fatter.The bad giants are very proud of being fat.""So they are in my world,"I said;"only they do not say FAT there,they say RICH.""In one of their houses,"continued Lona,"sits the biggest and fattest of them--so proud that nobody can see him;and the giants go to his house at certain times,and call out to him,and tell him how fat he is,and beg him to make them strong to eat more and grow fat like him."The rumour at length reached my ears that Blunty had vanished.Isaw a few grave faces among the bigger ones,but he did not seem to be much missed.
The next morning Lona came to me and whispered,"Look!look there--by that quince-tree:that is the giant that was Blunty!--Would you have known him?""Never,"I answered."--But now you tell me,I could fancy it might be Blunty staring through a fog!He DOES look stupid!""He is for ever eating those apples now!"she said."That is what comes of Little Ones that WON'T be little!""They call it growing-up in my world!"I said to myself."If only she would teach me to grow the other way,and become a Little One!--Shall I ever be able to laugh like them?"I had had the chance,and had flung it from me!Blunty and I were alike!He did not know his loss,and I had to be taught mine!
