'Once get a giant shaky on his legs, and the public care no more about him than they do for a dead cabbage stalk.' 'What becomes of old giants ?' said Short, turning to him again after a little reflection.
'They're usually kept in carawans to wait upon the dwarfs,' said Mr Vuffin.
'The maintaining of 'em must come expensive, when they can't be shown, eh ?' remarked Short, eyeing him doubtfully.
'It's better that, than letting 'em go upon the parish or about the streets,' said Mr Vuffin.

'Once make a giant common and giants will never draw again.

Look at wooden legs.

If there was only one man with a wooden leg what a property he'd be!' 'So he would!' observed the landlord and Short both together.

'That's very true.' 'Instead of which,' pursued Mr Vuffin, 'if you was to advertise Shakspeare played entirely by wooden legs,' it's my belief you wouldn't draw a sixpence.' 'I don't suppose you would,' said Short.