with my golden hen?"

And the wife said: "Why, my dear?"

But that was all Jack heard, for he rushed off to the beanstalk and
climbed down like a house on fire. And when he got home he showed his
mother the wonderful hen and said "Lay," to it; and it laid a golden
egg every time he said "Lay."

Well, Jack was not content, and it wasn't very long before he
determined to have another try at his luck up there at the top of the
beanstalk. So one fine morning, he got up early, and went on to the
beanstalk, and he climbed and he climbed and he climbed and he climbed
till he got to the top. But this time he knew better than to go
straight to the ogre's house. And when he got near it he waited behind
a bush till he saw the ogre's wife come out with a pail to get some
water, and then he crept into the house and got into the copper. He
hadn't been there long when he heard thump! thump! thump! as before,
and in come the ogre and his wife.

"Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman," cried out the
ogre; "I smell him, wife, I smell him."

"Do you, my dearie?" says the ogre's wife. "Then if it's that little
rogue that stole your gold and the hen that laid the golden eggs he's
sure to have got into the oven." And they both rushed to the oven. But
Jack wasn't there, luckily, and the ogre's wife said: "There you are
again with your fee-fi-fo-fum. Why of course it's the laddie you
caught last night that I've broiled for your breakfast. How forgetful
I am, and how careless you are not to tell the difference between a