"Look at me," said the woman, "I will show you."

So she sat herself down on the shovel, bending her back and drawing up
her knees. No sooner was she seated than the boy, seizing hold of the
handle, pushed her into the oven and slammed the door to. Then he took
the woman's fur cloak, stuffed it out with straw, and laid it on the
bed. Seizing the giant's bunch of keys, he opened the twelve locks,
snatched up the golden harp, and ran down to his boat, which he had
hidden among the flags on the shore.

The giant soon afterwards came home.

"Where can my wife be?" said he. "No doubt she has lain down to sleep a
bit. Ah! I thought so."

The old woman, however, slept a long while, and the giant could not wake
her, though he was now expecting his friends to arrive.

"Wake up, mother," cried he, but no one replied. He called again, but
there was no response. He got angry, and, going to the bed, he gave the
fur cloak a good shake. Then he found that it was not his wife, but
only a bundle of straw put in her clothes. At this the giant grew
alarmed, and he ran off to look after his golden harp. He found his keys
gone, the twelve locks undone, and the harp missing. He went to the oven
and opened the door to see how the meat for the feast was going on.
Behold! there sat his wife, baked, and grinning at him.

Then the giant was almost mad with grief and rage, and he rushed out to
seek the lad who had done him all this mischief. He came down to the
edge of the water and found him sitting in his boat, playing on the