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a giant. Did n't I mention that you would have a giant for a neighbor? I thought I spoke of it."
"No," I said; "you did n't speak of it. You said that it was a pleasant neighborhood. Perhaps that is what you had in mind."
"Possibly," he answered. "You have no objection to giants, have you?"
"'THAT MUST BE THE FOOTPRINT OF MR. MEGALOPOD,' SAID THE AGENT."
I paused a moment before I replied. It depended on the kind of giant. If it was one of the Blunderbore kind, even a foot-ball player might have been forgiven a slight preference for ordinary-sized neighbors.
