This is my brother,' says she, pointin' to the big man.
"'How d'ye do ?' says he, a-puttin' his hands together, turnin' his toes out an' makin' a funny little bow.

'I am General Tom Thumb,' he says in a deep, gruff voice, 'an' I've been before all the crown-ed heads of Europe, Asia, Africa, America an' Australia,--all a's but one,--an' I'm waitin' here for a team of four little milk-white oxen, no bigger than tall cats, which is to be hitched to a little hay-wagon, which I am to ride in, with a little pitch-fork an' real farmer's clothes, only small.

This will come to-morrow, when I will pay for it an' ride away to exhibit.

It may be here now, an' I will go an' see.

Good-bye.' "'Good-bye, likewise,' says the lady.