This chair was of oak, and carved at the summit.
There was a copper pail, that went in at the waist, holding holy water, and a little hand-besom to sprinkle it far and wide; and a long, narrow, but massive oak table, and a dwarf sticking to its rim by his teeth, his eyes glaring, and his claws in the air like a pouncing vampire.

Nature, it would seem, did not make Giles a dwarf out of malice prepense; she constructed a head and torso with her usual care; but just then her attention was distracted, and she left the rest to chance; the result was a human wedge, an inverted cone.

He might justly have taken her to task in the terms of Horace, "Amphora coepit Institui; currente rota cur urceus exit ?" His centre was anything but his centre of gravity.

Bisected, upper Giles would have outweighed three lower Giles.

But this very disproportion enabled him to do feats that would have baffled Milo.