St Nicholas [serial] . he shouted out in a voice like thunder: What is the matter, and why are you allshouting and yelling and ringing that oldchurch bell ? Oh, Mr. Giant! cried out Johnny Naggsfather, my little boy is lost, and nobody knowswhere to find him, and I dont know what inthe world to do ! How long has he been lost ? inquiredthe Giant. Five hours, sobbed Mrs. Nagg, taking herhandkerchief away from her eyes for just a fewmoments, and smelling of the bunch of sweet-peas. What direction was he going in when hewas last seen ? Nobody spoke for several moments, for no-body seeme
St Nicholas [serial] . he shouted out in a voice like thunder: What is the matter, and why are you allshouting and yelling and ringing that oldchurch bell ? Oh, Mr. Giant! cried out Johnny Naggsfather, my little boy is lost, and nobody knowswhere to find him, and I dont know what inthe world to do ! How long has he been lost ? inquiredthe Giant. Five hours, sobbed Mrs. Nagg, taking herhandkerchief away from her eyes for just a fewmoments, and smelling of the bunch of sweet-peas. What direction was he going in when hewas last seen ? Nobody spoke for several moments, for no-body seemed to know. At last a little girl cameout from among the rest of the children andsaid : Oh, Mr. Giant, I saw little Johnny Naggearly this morning. He was running across thefields as hard as he could go, over there ; and 248 JOHNNY AND THE GIANT. [Jan. she pointed away toward a hill in the distance,far on the other side of the Giants house. Aha, now I know where he is! shoutedthe Giant, pounding the ground with his pine-. HOW LONG HAS HE BEEN LOST? INQUIRED THE GIANT. tree staff, so that the earth shook for milesaround — now I know where he is! and hestrode off across the fields in the direction whichthe little girl had given. All the people followed as fast as they children ran screaming and whooping with delight. Mr. Nagg was at their head, and , who had stopped crying, came along be-hind. Mr. Loon drove along as best he mightin his wheelbarrow; but Mr. Coon, with his furryhair, and Mr. Moon,with his big roundface, had to help himand his dog overfences and stone of all still wasMr. Nagg riding hiswhite horse — aheadof them all except theGiant, who, of course,could walk faster thanany horse could after stride theGiant took, lookingneither to the rightnor to the left. Heled them across thetops of high hills anddown across valleys,over stone walls andthrough brooks, untileverybody had be-come so wet and sotired that it seemed asif no o
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