Then he trudged along home with the Giant’s heart, and when he got there, he hung it on the cross-piece of the ladder by the side of the other hearts. It was almost night then.
“There, now!” said his mother, as he entered the house; “I have been troubled almost to death by your not coming home sooner. You went off to the place I told you of; I know you did!”
“Ha!” said he, “of course I did. I went up there, and the poor fellows are all dead.”
“Why will you not listen to me?” said she.
“Oh, it is all right, mother,” said the boy. “It is all right.” She went on scolding him in the usual fashion, but he paid no attention to her.
As soon as she had sat down to her evening tasks, he asked: “Now, is there any other of these terrible creatures?”
“Well, I shall tell you of nothing more now,” said she.
“Why, is there anything more?” asked the boy.
“No, there is not,” replied she.
“Ah, mother, I think there must be.”