It is not my name." I remembered what the children had told me--that she was very ugly, and scratched.

But her voice was gentle, and its tone a little apologetic: she could not be a bad giantess! "You shall not hear it from me," I answered, "Please tell me what I MAY call you!" "When you know me, call me by the name that seems to you to fit me," she replied: "that will tell me what sort you are.

People do not often give me the right one.

It is well when they do." "I suppose, madam, you live in the cottage I saw in the heart of the moon ?" "I do.

I live there alone, except when I have visitors.