And so the giant had his breakfast. How he did eat! The broiled leg of the calf made him only a few mouthfuls, and a loaf of bread was only a small bite. After he had finished, he said to his wife,—

"Now fetch me the hen."

The big tall woman went out, and soon came back with a beautiful hen in her arms. Jack peeped out of the oven to see what the giant was going to do. Was he going to eat the hen, too? No; he put it on the table before him, and gently stroked its back. Then he said, "Lay!" and the hen laid an egg all of gold. He stroked it again, and said, "Lay!" and it laid another egg all of gold.

The giant played with the hen for some time, till there was a plateful of golden eggs on the table. But, by and by, he began to nod, then his eyes closed, and he began to snore.

"Now you may come out of the oven and run away," said the woman to Jack.

Jack crept out and looked around him. "I wish I had such a hen as that," he said.

"You may take her," said the woman; "but be sure that she doesn't make a noise and wake my man. The hen is no more his than it is yours."

Jack climbed up and took the hen off the table. Then he leaped down and ran as fast as his legs could carry him. But just as he got out of the house, the hen cackled and woke the giant.

"Wife, wife, where is my golden hen?" he cried.

And that was all that Jack heard, for he rushed down the road to the beanstalk, and climbed down the beanstalk to his mother's house, before the giant had time to snap his fingers.

"Just see what I have brought you from the top of the beanstalk," he said to his mother.

Then he showed her the wonderful hen, and told it to lay; and it laid an egg all of gold. Of course his mother was pleased, and she forgot all about the red cow which Jack had sold for five beans.

The little hen laid a golden egg for Jack every time he said "Lay!" to it, and soon he had so many eggs that he didn't know what to do with them. The rent was paid, and Jack and his mother had all the clothes they wanted to wear, and all the food they wanted to eat, and soon they began to think themselves very rich. But it wasn't long till Jack wanted to try his luck with the giant again.

So one fine morning he rose very early and began to climb the beanstalk. He climbed, and he climbed, and he climbed, and he climbed, until he thought he should never get to the top. It seemed to be ever so much higher than before; but at last he was in the land of the sky, and saw the broad, smooth road running straight towards the place where the giant lived.

But this time the road seemed much longer than before, and he walked, and he walked, and he walked, until the sun was setting in the west. Then at last he came to the same great big tall house; and the same big tall woman was standing on the steps.

"You'd better go back," she said.

But Jack begged that she would give him a bite to eat, and would let him rest in her house a little while.

"Are you the lad to whom I gave the golden hen?" she said. And then she told him that the giant had been very unkind to her ever since, and that he had said that he would like to catch and eat every boy he could find.

While Jack was eating bread and cheese in the kitchen as before, the giant came home—thump! thump! thump! He was cross, and seemed to be in a great rage; and he cried out:

Jack had just time to creep into a bread box and pull the lid down after him when the big fellow came into the room.

"Where is the boy, wife?" he said.

"What boy?" she asked.

"The boy that took the golden hen," he said. "I smell him, I smell him! He must be here!"

"He hid in the oven the other time," said his wife. "Look for him there."

The giant rushed to the oven and looked in. But he found nothing there except a few big loaves which were baking.

"There!" said his wife. "What's the good of all your fe-fi-fo-fums? It's only the bread that you smell. Come, sit down to the table and eat your supper."

So the giant sat down and ate his supper. But he was cross and ill at ease. When he had finished he said:

"Wife, fetch me my harp!"

The woman brought the most beautiful harp that Jack had ever seen. She set it down on the table before him, and he said to it, "Sing!" Then the cords began to tremble, and sweet, wonderful music came from them as if they were touched by fairy fingers.

The giant listened to the music for a long time; and Jack peeped out from the top of the bread box and listened too. But, by and by, the giant began to nod, then his eyes closed, and he snored so loudly that the harp stopped its music and did not play any more.

"Now, you'd better run back home," said the woman to Jack.

Jack crept out of the bread box and looked around. "I wish I had such a harp as that," he said.

"It is yours, if you will take it," said the woman; and she handed it to him.

Jack took the harp in his arms and ran. But just as he got to the door the harp cried out, "Master! master!"

The giant woke up with a start, and Jack rushed away. The harp kept crying, "Master! master!" The giant hurried out, and saw Jack far down thc road. But the big fellow had eaten and drunk so much that he could not run fast. He called out to Jack in great rage, and his voice sounded like thunder among the clouds.

Jack was half way down the beanstalk when the giant got to the top. The big fellow was afraid to step down among the branches, and so he stood there shaking his fist and roaring till Jack had reached the ground.

Then the harp cried out once more, "Master! master! master!"

When the giant heard it he swung himself down among the branches of the beanstalk and began to slide towards the ground. The branches were in his way a good deal, and he couldn't move very fast.

"Mother! mother! bring me the hatchet! bring me the hatchet!" cried Jack.

His mother ran out with the hatchet, but when she came to the foot of the beanstalk she was frightened almost to death; for she saw the giant coming down, and heard his great voice like thunder among the clouds.

Jack took the hatchet and began to chop at the beanstalk. Soon it trembled and shook, and then it toppled over, and fell with a great crash among the rocks and trees. Of course the giant came tumbling down with it, and I have heard it said that he was killed outright.

But Jack did not see him fall, and he would never believe that the big fellow was hurt at all. And there are some who claim that the giant still lives in the big tall house in the land of the sky. But no one can go and see; for there is no beanstalk to climb.

For a long time after that, Jack and his mother were busy every day, listening to the golden harp and selling golden eggs. They built themselves a fine house of their own, and bought the red cow back again. And by and by Jack married a beautiful princess and lived with her happily forever afterward.