Kitabı oku: «English Fairy Tales. A1», sayfa 7

I’ll have his bones to grind my bread.”

“Nonsense, dear,” says his wife, “you’re dreaming. Or perhaps you smell the scraps of that little boy you liked so much for yesterday’s dinner. Here, go and tidy up, and by the time you come back your breakfast’ll be ready for you.”

So the ogre goes off, and Jack is just going to jump out of the oven and run off when the woman tells him not. “Wait till he’s asleep,” says she; “he always sleeps after breakfast.”

Well, the ogre has his breakfast, and after that he goes to a big chest and takes out of it a couple of bags of gold and sits down counting them till at last his head begins to nod and he begins to sleep till the whole house shakes again.

Then Jack creeps outon tiptoe from his oven, and as he is passing the ogre he takes one of the bags of gold under his arm, and off he goes till he comes to the beanstalk, and then he throws down the bag of gold which of course falls in to his mother’s garden, and then he climbs down and climbs down till at last he gets home and tells his mother and shows her the gold and says: “Well, mother, I am right about the beans. They are really magical, you see.”