The name of the giant was Energy, and he was so great and clumsy that people were afraid to trust their work to him.

If he were asked to put a bell in the church steeple, he would knock the steeple down, before he finished the work.  If he were sent to reach a broken weather vane, he would tear off part of the roof in his zeal.  So, at last, people would not employ him and he went away to the mountains to sleep; but he could not rest, even though other giants were sleeping as still as great rocks under the shade of the trees.

Young Giant Energy could not sleep, for he was too anxious to help in the world’s work; and he went down into the valley, and begged so piteously for something to do that a good woman gave him a basket of china to carry home for her.

“This is child’s play for me,” said the giant as he set the basket down at the woman’s house, but he set it down so hard that every bit of the china was broken.

“I wish a child had brought it for me,” answered the woman, and the young giant went away sorrowful.  He climbed the mountain and lay down to rest; but he could not stay there and do nothing, so he went back to the valley to look for work.

There he met the good woman.  She had forgiven him for breaking her china, and had made up her mind to trust him again; so she gave him a pitcher of milk to carry home.

“Be quick in bringing it,” she said, “lest it sour on the way.”

The giant took the pitcher and made haste to run to the house; and he ran so fast that the milk was spilled and not a drop was left when he reached the good woman’s house.

The good woman was sorry to see this, although she did not scold; and the giant went back to his mountain with a heavy heart.

Soon, however, he was back again, asking at every house:—­

“Isn’t there something for me to do?” and again he met the good woman, who was here, there and everywhere, carrying soup to the sick and food to the hungry.

When she met the young Giant Energy, her heart was full of love for him; and she told him to make haste to her house and fill her tubs with water, for the next day was wash day.

Then the giant made haste with mighty strides towards the good woman’s house, where he found her great tubs; and, lifting them with ease, he carried them to the cistern and began to pump.

He pumped with such force and with so much delight, that the tubs were soon filled so full that they ran over, and when the good woman came home she found her yard as well as her tubs full of water.

The young giant had such a downcast look, that the good woman could not be angry with him; she only felt sorry for him.

“Go to the Fairy Skill, and learn,” said the good woman, as she sat on the doorstep.  “She will teach you, and you will be a help in the world after all.”

“Oh! how can I go?” cried the giant, giving a jump that sent him up over the tree tops, where he could see the little birds in their nests.