such an idiot, as to give away my Milky-white, the best milker in the
parish, and prime beef to boot, for a set of paltry beans. Take that!
Take that! Take that! And as for your precious beans here they go out
of the window. And now off with you to bed. Not a sup shall you drink,
and not a bit shall you swallow this very night."

So Jack went upstairs to his little room in the attic, and sad and
sorry he was, to be sure, as much for his mother's sake, as for the
loss of his supper.

At last he dropped off to sleep.

When he woke up, the room looked so funny. The sun was shining into
part of it, and yet all the rest was quite dark and shady. So Jack
jumped up and dressed himself and went to the window. And what do you
think he saw? why, the beans his mother had thrown out of the window
into the garden, had sprung up into a big beanstalk which went up and
up and up till it reached the sky. So the man spoke truth after all.

The beanstalk grew up quite close past Jack's window, so all he had to
do was to open it and give a jump on to the beanstalk which was made
like a big plaited ladder. So Jack climbed and he climbed and he
climbed and he climbed and he climbed and he climbed and he climbed
till at last he reached the sky. And when he got there he found a long
broad road going as straight as a dart. So he walked along and he
walked along and he walked along till he came to a great big tall
house, and on the doorstep there was a great big tall woman.

"Good morning, mum," says Jack, quite polite-like. "Could you be so
kind as to give me some breakfast." For he hadn't had anything to eat,