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cky ！”said the giantess. “Rain’ll wash away all the nasty snow. Precious poppet will be able to go out and play tomorrow ！”And she tucked Jill up and said good night.
I know nothing so disagreeable as being kissed by a giantess. Jill thought the same，but was asleep in five minutes.
The rain fell steadily all the evening and all the night，dashing against the windows of the castle，and Jill never heard it but slept deeply，past supper time and past midnight. And then came the deadest hour of the night and nothing stirred but mice in the house of the giants. At that hour there came to Jill a dream. It seemed to her that she awoke in the same room and saw the fire，sunk low and red，and in the firelight the great wooden horse. And the horse came of its own will，rolling on its wheels across the carpet，and stood at her head. And now it was no longer a horse，but a lion as big as the horse. And then it was not a toy lion，but a real lion， The Real Lion，just as she had seen him on the
