Soon after the giant's wife took the caldron off the fire, poured out
the porridge into a bowl, and put it on the table. The giant was hungry,
and he fell to at once, but scarcely had he tasted the porridge when he
found it too salt. He got very angry, and started from his seat. The old
woman made what excuse she could, and said that the porridge must be
good; but the giant declared he would eat no more of the stuff, and told
her to taste it for herself. She did so, and pulled a terrible face, for
she had never in her life tasted such abominable stuff.

There was nothing for it but she must make some new porridge. So she
seized a can, took the gold lantern down from the wall, and went as fast
as she could to the well to draw some water. She put the lantern down by
the side of the well, and was stooping down to get the water, when the
boy ran to her, and, laying hold of her by the feet, threw her head over
heels into the well. He seized hold of the golden lantern, ran away as
fast as he could to his boat, and rowed across the water in safety.

The giant sat for a long time wondering why his wife was away so long.
At last he went to look for her, but nothing could he see of her. Then
he heard a splashing in the well, and finding she was in the water, he,
with a lot of work, got her out.

"Where is my gold lantern?" was the first thing he asked, as the old
woman came round a little.

"I don't know," answered she. "Somebody came, caught me by the feet, and
threw me into the well."

The giant was very angry at this.