Ruth Plumly Thompson

“ The big wig, itself, grown small enough to fit a mortal-sized person, lay on the floor beside her. So surprised that he forgot all necessity for caution, Reddy rushed out from beneath the chair, but the Hungry Tiger hastily waved him back and, curling down as if nothing unusual had happened, pretended to be asleep. Fortunately the little girl had not seen Reddy, and crawling cautiously back, he sank down beneath the chair and tried to work out the puzzle.
"These Giants are frauds," decided the little boy exultantly. "Why, they're Giants only when they wear their wigs." ”

“ But he was so anxious to see Betsy and Carter and continue his search for the lost ruby, that he decided to let the foolish Big Wigs rest in peace. Quickening his steps, he hurried down-stairs, unbolted the doors and let himself out of the castle. Several Big Wig Guards looked at him curiously, as he hurried down the street, but they made no attempt to stop him.
"It's funny," said Reddy to the Hungry Tiger, as he panted along. "This city doesn't look large at all and it's not nearly so big nor fine as Rash." ”

“ Brrr-rr!"
"Won't she have to stay little without her wig?" asked Betsy, curiously.
"Hope she does. Hope she feels just as small as I did," grumbled the Hungry Tiger vindic-tively. "She's far safer as she is now."
"Maybe they'll make her a new one, suggested Reddy. "Why, Betsy, they're not Giants at all-just big frauds and I'm going to keep this wig always, just to remember them by." ”