There was the giant’s wife scouring the pots and pans, and when she saw Jack she almost dropped the skillet she was holding.
“You here again?”
“Yes, here I am again,” said Jack.
“Then I wish you were some place else,” said the giant’s wife; “when you were here before our moneybags were stolen, and I can’t help thinking you had something to do with it.”
“Oh, oh! How can you think that?” cried Jack.
“Well, be off with you, anyway”; and the giant’s wife spoke quite glumly. “I want no more strange lads around here.”
Yes, Jack would be off in a moment, but wouldn’t she give him a bite of breakfast first?
No, the giant’s wife wouldn’t, and that was flat.
But Jack was not to be turned off so easily; he talked and begged and argued, and while he was still talking they heard the giant at the door.
The giant’s wife was terribly scared, “Oh, if he finds you here won’t I get a beating!” she cried.