"Nonsense, dear," said 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 you and have a wash and tidy up, and by the time you
come back your breakfast'll be ready for you."

So the ogre went off, and Jack was just going to jump out of the oven
and run off when the woman told him not. "Wait till he's asleep," says
she; "he always has a snooze after breakfast."

Well, the ogre had 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 began to nod and he began to snore
till the whole house shook again.

Then Jack crept out on tiptoe from his oven, and as he was passing the
ogre he took one of the bags of gold under his arm, and off he pelters
till he came to the beanstalk, and then he threw down the bag of gold
which of course fell in to his mother's garden, and then he climbed
down and climbed down till at last he got home and told his mother and
showed her the gold and said: "Well, mother, wasn't I right about the
beans. They are really magical, you see."

So they lived on the bag of gold for some time, but at last they came
to the end of that so Jack made up his mind to try his luck once more
up at the top of the beanstalk. So one fine morning he got up early,
and got on to the beanstalk, and he climbed and he climbed and he
climbed and he climbed and he climbed and he climbed till at last he
got on the road again and came to the great big tall house he had been
to before. There, sure enough, was the great big tall woman a-standing