He began to chatter as monkeys do.

He bounded to the seat of a giant chair, and then to its back and with a wild leap sprang upon the laughing Giantess.

His idea was to seize her hair and pull it out by the roots, and so have revenge for her wicked transformations.

But she raised her hand and said: "Gently, my dear Monkey--gently! You're not angry; you're happy as can be!" Woot stopped short.

No; he wasn't a bit angry now; he felt as good-humored and gay as ever he did when a boy.