"When I have nothing to do," said the giant, "I sleep, but as long as you give me work I will go on working."
"But do you never get tired?" said Jobson.
"Tired!" said the giant, "I don't know what that is. That is another funny word. What a queer language you speak. What is being tired?"
Then Jobson looked at his wife and his wife looked at him, and they said nothing for a little time. Then they asked him when he was ready to begin.
"At once," he said; "as soon as you have put things right for me."
"What things?" said they.
"I told you I can only work going down hill. If you want me to work hard you must let me have some place that is very steep, and make a step ladder for me to go down on. If you will fix a wheel with steps on it, so that I can step on the steps and make the wheel go round, I can do anything you like."
"Could you grind corn?" said Jobson's wife.
"I can grind stones," said the giant, laughing.
So Jobson and his wife set about building a mill with a step wheel for the giant. They connected a big wheel for the giant to step upon with grindstones on the inside of the mill, so when the giant stepped upon the wheel outside, he made the millstones inside go round and round and grind the wheat. When it was all finished they came to the giant and asked him if he was ready to begin.