“By whom?” inquired the Pixie, after deep thought. “I vote, _not_ by me.” “Well, here’s another,” said Wendell. “‘Method ye second:--Assume the disguise of a wayworn traveler. Knock at the giant’s door and ask for a night’s lodging.’--I can’t do that,” said Wendell. “He knows me by smell.” “Never mind. Read it through,” said the Pixie. “‘He will tell you that he has no extra bed, but that you are welcome to share his son’s.’--Yes, but he hasn’t a son,” said Wendell. “Never mind. It’s interesting. Go on,” said the Pixie. “‘When you go to bed, he will put a gold chain around his son’s neck and a hempen rope round your neck. As soon as he has left you, put the hempen rope round his son’s neck and the gold chain round your own neck, and then feign sleep. After a time, the giant will return. He will feel for the gold chain, and finding it on your neck, and the hempen rope on his son’s neck, he will cut off his son’s head with his sword. You must then wait until you hear the giant’s snores, and rising quickly’--” “Taking care,” suggested the Pixie, “not to step on a tack.” “‘--make your way to his bedside, and lop off his head with his own sword.’” “Too much shortening in that recipe,” said the Pixie. “Try another.” “‘Giant-killing as recommended by Puss-in-Boots,’” read Wendell. “‘Invite the giant to a feast at your castle, and after he is in a good humor, make a wager that you can change yourself into an animal more quickly than he can. Change yourself into a cat; and whatever form the giant assumes, whether that of lion, tiger, leopard, or what-not, let the onlookers declare that the contest is a draw and that the trial must be made again. Convince the giant that in order to insure a perfectly fair trial, both contestants should change to the same shape, and choose that of a mouse. At the word, allow the giant to take the shape of a mouse, while you retain that of a cat, and immediately devour him.’” “That sounds rather good,” said the Pixie approvingly. “You’d have to practice your transformations at home, first, of course, and be sure you have the charm down pat.” Wendell did not answer immediately. “Say, that gives me an idea,” he finally declared. “Why kill the Giant, anyway?” “To please the Beauteous Maiden, of course,” said the Pixie. “Yes, but why _kill_ him?” questioned Wendell. “Why not just change him into something good and harmless and useful. The Beauteous Maiden would like that just as well, wouldn’t she?” “Well, you can ask her,” said the Pixie. “This is the age of labor-saving. Only, killing seems more definite, somehow, more final. But you can ask her.” “I’ll try to get her on the ’phone, now,” said Wendell, “and you be thinking up something to change him to. And say, look in the Book and find the charm for it.” Wendell was gone for some time. “I couldn’t get her,” he said when he returned. “But I’m sure she’ll be willing. We’ll go ahead and plan something anyway. Did you find a charm?”