“Oh, yes, loads of them,” said the Pixie. “Just listen to these:-- “‘TO CHANGE A HUMAN BEING INTO A TURTLE. TO CHANGE A HUMAN BEING INTO A BUTTERFLY. TO CHANGE A HUMAN BEING INTO A STONE--’ That might be good,-- ‘TO CHANGE A HUMAN BEING INTO A DRAGON--’ He is that already.” “Hold on,” said Wendell. “We don’t want any of those. Find a general one, to change him into any old thing. We can decide what afterwards.” “All right,” said the Pixie. “I’ll keep on looking, and you keep on thinking.” “We might change him into a janitor,” suggested Wendell, who had been looking idly out of the window until his eye fell on the janitor of Sammy’s apartment house. “He’s useful, you know. He puts out ashes and runs the furnace.” “Oh, that would never do,” cried the Pixie. “That Giant has shown he can’t be trusted in any position of absolute authority and unlimited despotism. You must curtail his powers instead of enlarging them.” “A cook would be good,” said Wendell, who really had a very practical mind. “My mother and all her friends say there aren’t enough cooks to go ’round.” “I told you,” said the Pixie wearily, “you must curtail his powers. Just use your brain a little. Isn’t the cook the greatest power in the household? Might as well leave him a giant and be done with it!” “Well, I can’t think,” said Wendell. “I don’t know anything useful. A victrola, perhaps. I wonder if the Beauteous Maiden has a victrola. I’m sure she can think of something, anyhow.” Sure enough, the Beauteous Maiden was resourceful enough to meet the situation. She called Wendell up herself, after school Monday, just as he was going to the telephone to try to get her.