By this time they were going down a little shady road that led straight to the uncommon.  Sara was so struck by the large number of curious and interesting people she saw on all sides, going quietly about their regular occupations, that she could hardly look where she was going.  But Pirlaps led her right to the foot of the post, and the first thing she knew he was introducing her.  “This is Sara, Great-Great-Great-Great,” he was saying; and Sara looked up and saw, sitting in a sort of easy chair on top of the post, the very largest person she had ever seen.  In size he was a veritable giant, or even an ogre; but anybody could see that in disposition he was as far as possible from being either.  Indeed, his disposition was evidently very like that of her own grandfather (who wasn’t great at all, at least not in comparison with this one), even to the bag of marshmallows in his pocket.  Sara could see it sticking out—­but such enormous marshmallows!  Why, each one was larger than the biggest, fattest sofa-pillow Sara had ever seen.  And, of course, beside the marshmallows, the Great-Great-Great-Great had beautiful white hair, and twinkling eyes, and all the usual equipment of a grandfather.

“Why, good afternoon, Pirlaps,” said the Great-Great-Great-Great, in a little high, cracked voice that seemed very odd. ("As they get greater, their voices get smaller,” explained Pirlaps, who had noticed that Sara jumped when the old gentleman spoke.) “Would you like a marshmallow?” he continued, tossing one down to her; and Sara saw that it would have tipped her over, as Jimmie’s missiles sometimes did when they had a pillow-fight, if Pirlaps had not caught it.  While she was wondering what would be the polite way to eat so huge a marshmallow, she saw the other Grandfathers coming toward her.  She knew them because there were four of them, marching in single file, with their hands on each other’s shoulders.  The Great-Great-Great, who was next in size to the one on the Post of Honor, was leading, and they were arranged in order down to the plain Grandfather, who was not much above the usual height.

At the same moment she saw the Grandmothers coming from the opposite direction, in the same manner.  Only, the mate to the Great-Great-Great-Great was leading, and they were coming straight toward the vacant Post.  Sara watched them with extreme interest.  They, too, were of quite the usual grandmotherly pattern, but were equally variable and extraordinary in size.  When they reached the Post they made a sort of living stepladder, like the acrobats in the circus; that is, the plain Grandmother stooped over, like a boy playing leapfrog, and the Great mounted on her back; then the Great-Great mounted on her back, and so on, until finally the Great-Great-Great-Great got upon the very top and so stepped upon the Post.  She took her seat in an arm-chair like the one on the other Post, and Sara noticed that her kerchief was exactly the size of one of Mother’s hemstitched sheets.  She was indeed a handsome, venerable and distinguished-looking old lady, if you stood far enough away to see her all at once.