Three good giants

If he loved any one thing more than to play in the mud, that was to roll and wallow about in the mire. He would go home with his shoes all run down at the heels, and his face and clothes well streaked with dirt. Gargantua, therefore, was not more favored than the other little boys of the kingdom who were not so rich as he was ; but there was one advantage which he did have. From his earliest babyhood he saw so many horses in the Royal Stables that he got to know a fine horse almost as well as his father did. Whenever he saw a horse he would clap his fat hands together, and shout at the top of his lungs. It was thought that — being a Prince who was, in time, to become a King — he should be taught to ride well. So they made him, when he was a little fellow of four years, so fine, so strong, and so wonderful a, wooden horse that there had never been seen its like up to that date, and there never has been found in any young prince's play-house or toy-shop since.

This surprising horse must have been a piece of rare workmanship, because, whenever its young master wanted it to do anything, it was bound to do it. He could make it leap forward, jump backward, rear skyward, and waltz, all at one time. He could make it trot, gallop, rack, pace, gambol, and amble, just as the humor took him. But this was only half of what that horse could do. Grargantua, at a word, could make it change the color of its hair. One day its hide would be milk-white ; the next day, bay ; the next, black; the next, sorrel; the next, dapple-gray ; the next, mouse-color ; the next, piebald ; the next, a soft brown deer-color.

But this was not all.

Gargantua learned to be so skilful that he thought that he might

GARGANTUA S HORSE.

just as well make a horse to suit himself as to have a horse bought for him. So he sat knitting his great eyebrows till he finally found how he could make a hunting-nag out of a big post; one for every day, out of the beam of a wine-press; one with housings for his room, out of a great oak-tree ; and, out of different kinds of wood in his father's kingdom, he made ten or twelve spare horses, and had seven for the mail.

GARGANTUA'S RIDING-LESSONS.

It was a rare sight to see all these wooden horses — bigger toys than had ever been made before—lying piled up, side by side, near Gargantua's bed, and the young Giant sleeping in their midst.

One day, Gargantua had a fine chance for having some sport of his own making.

It was on the day a noble lord came on a visit to his old friend, King Grandgousier. The Eoyal Stables proved rather small for such a number of horses as came with the noble lord. The Chief Equerry of the Lord of Breadinbag — which was the name of the great nobleman — was bothered out of his head because he could not find stable-room for all the horses brought with them. By good luck he and the Grand Steward happened to meet Gargantua at the foot of the great staircase.

"Hello, youngster, what is thy name?" " Prince Gargantua."

" Is that so ? " they cried. '' Then say, little Giant, tell us where we are to put our horses. The stables of thy Royal Father are all full."

'Yes, I know they are," said Gargantua, slily; "all you have to do is to follow me, and I will show you a beautiful stable, where there are bigger horses than ever yours can grow to be. Where have you left your horses ? "

" Out in the court-yard, little Giant."

"Follow me, then, and I will show you the stables." The Chief Equerry and

" A NOBLE LORD CAME ON A VISIT.

the Grand Steward went after him, up the great staircase of the palace, through the second hall, into a great stone gallery, by which they entered into a huge stone tower, the steps to which they mounted, along with the Prince, but breathing very heavily indeed.

" I am afraid ing at us," whis-ard, behind his Equerry. "No-

"ONLY THREE LITTLE STEPS."

that big child is laugh-pered the Grand Stew-hand, to the Chief body ever puts a stable at the top of a house." f You are wrong there," whispered back the Chief Equerry; " because I happen to know of places, in Lyons and elsewhere, where there are stables in the attic. But, to make sure, let us ask him again."

Turning to Gar-gantua, he said : —

"My little Prince, art thou sure thou art taking us right ? " "Haven't I already told you? Isn't this my father's palace, and don't I know the way to the stables of my big horses? Don't gasp, so much, gentlemen. Only three little steps and we are there ! "

Once up the steps, which made the Chief Equerry and the Grand Steward blow worse than ever, and passing through another great hall, the mischievous Prince, opening wide a door, —that of his own room,, — cried, triumphantly : —