Laboulaye's Fairy Book

s, which troubled Finette. At noon he returned without his flock,

o boil, and call me when the broth is ready." Saying this, he stretched himself on the bed to

knife, and called Yvon. She pricked his littl

id Finette; "now hel

hen took Yvon by the hand and led him through the three antechambers, where she ran in a mold three bullets of

w himself in the country. "Explain yourself,

f we do not quit this wretched island

ed Yvon, laughing, "an

giant stretched his limbs, half open

boil," answered the first

ur or two longer. Then he stretched his limbs, half opened o

swered the second dro

r longer. Then he yawned, stretched his

it read

swered the third drop

and looked around to see who had spoken;

d he, "why isn't

seized a ladle, which looked like a caldron with a pitchfork

alted it. What sort of soup is this?

quite all boiled to pieces. At this sight he fell int

ve played a fine trick on me

a quarter of an hour he discovered the two fugitives still far from the seasho

embling. Yvon clasp

e sea is not far off; we shal

nting to the giant not a hundred yards off;

bullet and threw it

llet, save

giant on

and an enormous fissure, a bottomless pit, stopped the gian

rm of Yvon, who was gazing at the giant wit

and flung it across the gap. The branches of the oak nearly crushed the children as it fell. The giant seated himself astride the huge tree, which bent under his weight, and crept slowly a

brave, picked up stones to attack the giant and to sell his life dearly. Fine

let, bright

m this frig

wings. Yvon and Finette plunged into the sea; a rope was thrown them by an invisible hand, and when the furious gi

along the shore; he flung huge masses of rock after the vessel, which happily fell by the side of it and only made great black holes in the water; and, finally, mad with anger, he plunged head foremost into the sea and began to swim after the ship with frightful speed. At each stroke he advanced f

let, bright

m this frig

o scarcely had time to dive, chased him under the water, pursued him on the top of the waves, followed him closely whichever way he turned, and forced him

!" cried Yvon;

venge on me the insult offered to her godson. My art tells me, my dear Yvon, that if you quit me a

nd not of a hero! Am I not here? Am I going to abandon you? Do you believe th

nette laughed in turn at th