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Show page 49 "Will James remember the carnival of great laughter?" :he Giant asked Mr. Fixer, with a glance at me. I was f u l l of •7arm excitement. "He w i l l , " Mr. Fixer said. "So hold him up so he can see, see into the years, as we have shown other young nen they can do." "Ho!" the Giant said, and whisked me up in his hand. And lo, hardly before I knew i t , I was on a level with the top of the Ferris xvheel. Mr. Fixer in his black coat and stovepipe hat stood far below. The lights of the carnival stretched as far as I could see, blencin? --7ith the lights of stars and planets and moons. The Giant's hand was comfortable. "What do you see up there?" shouted Mr. Fixer. My feet were hard against the Giant's wrist. I leaned forward and peered into the l i g h t s , looking for Granpa. The shows, the r i d e s , a l l the crowd, I could see as plainly as I could see the s t a r s and planets and moons. Oh, I could see with wondrous s i g h t . My eyes saw everything in existence, I'm sure. "Granpa!" I shouted. "I see Granpa." The single rone strand of hair on top of the Giant's head waved about as he chuckled. He stretched his arm and lifted me higher. "And I see the word Faith on the purple pillow, there in the showman's hands!" I was liking the Giant, more and more. Then, holding me steady in the sky as though I weighed not an ounce, the Giant spoke to Mr. Fixer, "There's no doubt about i t Mr. Fixer, no doubt at a l l ." |