No; he must go to the giants! He belongs to them.

You can see how much bigger he is than when first you came! He is bigger since yesterday." "He is as like that hideous green lump in his hand as boy could look!" "It suits what he is making himself." "His head and it might change places!" "Perhaps they do!" "Does he want to be a giant ?" "He hates the giants, but he is making himself one all the same: he likes their apples! Oh baby, baby, he was just such a darling as you when we found him!" "He will be very miserable when he finds himself a giant!" "Oh, no; he will like it well enough! That is the worst of it." "Will he hate the Little Ones ?" "He will be like the rest; he will not remember us--most likely will not believe there are Little Ones.

He will not care; he will eat his apples." "Do tell me how it will come about.

I understand your world so little! I come from a world where everything is different." "I do not know about WORLD.

What is it?
What more but a word in your beautiful big mouth ?--That makes it something!" "Never mind about the word; tell me what next will happen to Blunty." "He will wake one morning and find himself a giant--not like you, good giant, but like any other bad giant.