“That’s right. I always leave it open so as Puss can get in nd out， the poor thing.”
Then she sat down on one chair and put her feet up on nother.
“I don‘t know as I mightn’t have forty winks，” said the iantess. “If only that blarney hunting party doesn‘t come ack too soon.”
All their spirits leaped up when she mentioned forty inks， and flopped down again when she mentioned the eturn of the hunting party.
“When do they usually comeback？” asked Jill.
“You never can tell，” said the giantess. “But there； go and e quiet for a bit， my dearies.”
They retreated to the far end of the kitchen， and would have slipped out into the scullery there and then if the giantess had not sat up， opened her eyes， and brushed away a fly.
“Don’t try it till we‘re sure she’s really asleep，” whispered Scrubb. “Or it‘ll spoil everything.”
So they all huddled at the kitchen end， waiting and watching. The thought that the hunters might come back at any moment was terrible. And the giantess was fidgety. Whenever they thought she had really gone to sleep， she moved.