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'Oh, indeed?' answered the little tailor, and unbuttoned his

coat, and showed the giant the girdle, 'there may you read what

kind of a man I am!' The giant read: 'Seven at one stroke,' and

thought that they had been men whom the tailor had killed, and

began to feel a little respect for the tiny fellow. Nevertheless,

he wished to try him first, and took a stone in his hand and

squeezed it together so that water dropped out of it. 'Do that

likewise,' said the giant, 'if you have strength.' 'Is that all?'

said the tailor, 'that is child's play with us!' and put his hand

into his pocket, brought out the soft cheese, and pressed it

until the liquid ran out of it. 'Faith,' said he, 'that was a

little better, wasn't it?' The giant did not know what to say,

and could not believe it of the little man. Then the giant picked

up a stone and threw it so high that the eye could scarcely

follow it.