instead of reciting his silly little rhymes. They said that he should flourish a tomahawk, and dye his hair black, or at least train it to stand up on end. In fact they abused him horribly, telling him that he was ruining the time-honored reputation of the race of Giants. Any Giant, they said, to be worthy of the name, should endeavor to represent all the Giants on every occasion. He, they said, was an unsatisfactory specimen, and therefore deserved to be squelched most effectively. This they felt to be their duty, and unpleasant though it was, it had to be done. After this last remark, they sighed sadly, and retired into their shells. * * * * * From that moment on, Gobble-me-up was a changed giant. He hardly ever laughed, and when he sang his little song he put it in a minor key, which shows how very sad he was. Every morning he spoiled his rhubarb by weeping salty tears into it. He felt that he really must do =something=. He sat down on a log to think about it. He turned his toes inward so that they might console each other. He dug his elbows hard into his knees, and held his forehead in his hands. Then he said to himself: “The clams win out, Without a doubt, I’ve simply ruined my rep ... I must fix this, Or else, I wis, I’ll have to get some pep.” This last thought seemed to appeal to him a great deal, even though the rhyme wasn’t very good. But as he pondered it, he had a more awful thought. How could he act like a blood-thirsty Giant, and go about killing men, when he was the only creature that was anything like a man on the island? It was a most disturbing idea, and for three days it bothered him. He grew paler, and proportionately thinner. He did not weep into his rhubarb now, but left it strictly alone. * * * * * And then he found a solution, and worked it out in a manner truly worthy of a Giant. This was what he did: One night, when the moon was hidden and the stars were yawning and dropping off to sleep, one by one, he crept out along the beach. Without a sound, he crept up behind the three sleeping clams. Stealthily he reached out his left hand, took the youngest by its little neck and squashed it. Noiselessly he stretched out his right hand, and grasped the second one. And with a maddened shriek of triumph he grabbed up the last clam, before it could snap its shell at him. With an exalted countenance, he pranced up and down the beach, shouting his paean of victory, so that the stars stopped blinking, and the moon peered around the corner of a cloud to listen: “Gobble-me-up is my name, A Fearsome Giant am I, I’ve a dreadful awesome fame, Which nobody can deny...! Gobble-me-up is my name, No Giant is madder than I ... Ha! =Ha!!= Ha! =Ha!!= No Giant is madder than I!” Whereupon he sat down on his log, and, one by one he =ate= the clams.