"Won't you show me the way?" said Puss, "for I have a message from his mother to deliver to him."
"Come along; follow me," she cackled, and Puss walked by her side, politely helping her over the rough places, as the path became steeper and steeper. Near the top of the hill was the giant's house. But Puss was not afraid and boldly followed the little hen through the great doorway and presently found himself in the presence of the giant.
"GOOD MORNING, MA'AM," SAID HE, LIFTING HIS CAP POLITELY
"Come, chick," cried the giant, not noticing Puss. "Come, chick, and lay me a gold egg!"
"I'm so tired to-day," she replied, "won't you let me off just for once?"
"No, siree!" roared the giant. "Lay! lay!"
"How dare you be so cruel, Sir Giant!" roared Puss as loud as he could, stepping forward and brandishing his staff.
"Heighty tighty!" laughed the giant, "on one condition will I let off the little hen, and that is that you spend the night in my house and tell me some of your adventures."