The wife shook her head. "That is all very well," she said; "but think of the food he will eat. He would swallow all the food we have in the house for breakfast, and we should starve."
The husband scratched his head, and said he had never thought of that. "But," he said, "let us go and ask him how much food we must give him."
"And what drink he will want, and where will you put him up?" said the wife.
Jobson began to believe that his workman was not such a good bargain after all.
So when they drew near to the giant, he opened his eyes and asked what was the matter.
Jobson said they were afraid they would not be able to put him up in their house, as he was too big to enter at the door.
"Oh," said the giant, "that does not matter, for I never live in a house. I will simply sleep here in the grass under the sky."
"But," said Jobson, "we are afraid that we shall not be able to feed you."
"Feed me?" said the giant, laughing, with a little ripply murmur that shook all his body. "Who asked you for any food? I never eat anything."
Then Jobson's wife was frightened, and said she was afraid that there must be something uncanny about him. But Jobson went on asking:—