This story is about a giant. Do you believe in them? He peeps out of your coffee cup in the morning. He cheers you upon a cold day in winter. But the boys and girls were not so well acquainted with him a hundred years ago. About that long ago, far to the north and east, a queer boy lived. He sat in his grandmother's kitchen many an hour, watching the tea-kettle. He seemed to be idle. But he was really very busy. He was talking very earnestly to the giant. The giant was a prisoner. No one knew how to free him. Many had often tried to do this and failed. He was almost always invisible. But when he did appear, it was in the form of a very old man. This old man had long, white hair, and a beard which seemed to enwrap him like a cloak--a cloak as white as snow.