So Peddler Polly drove her cart until she came once more to the 
     giant, who was again dressed much like a peddler. 
          "Look here, sonny," said Peddler Polly. "Won't you be so good as 
     to step aside, so I can be about my business?" 
          The giant shouted, "No one shall pass without fighting me. Choose 
     any weapon you like, and I will more than match you!" 
          Peddler Polly leaned back on her seat, puffed hard on her pipe, 
     and thought. And thought. And thought. 
          The giant stood stone still. 
          After awhile, Peddler Polly's stomach grumbled. She reached under 
     her seat for a loaf of bread and tore off a piece. Then, being a 
     kindhearted woman and not liking to hold grudges, she held out the 
     loaf to the giant. "Like some?" she said. 
          "Aha!" cried the giant. "I see your trick! You think you can 
     conquer me with kindness! But now I will more than match you!" 
          Before Peddler Polly could even see how he did it, the giant had 
     set a table and chair in the road, spread a tablecloth, and covered it 
     with all manner of tasty dishes. Before she could take a second look, 
     there stood the giant again, solid as a rock, blocking the road. 
          "Now, that's very interesting," said Peddler Polly, puffing on 
     her pipe even harder.