Well!  Molly Whuppie thought this would be a very good downsitting, indeed, for her second sister, so she said she would try her luck.

So that evening, just at sunsetting, she ran over the One Hair Bridge, and ran, and ran, and ran until she came to the giant’s house looking for all the world like a castle in the air, all ruddy and golden and glinting.  She could scarce believe such a dreadful double-faced giant lived within.  However, she knew he did; so she slipped into the house unbeknownst, stole up to the giant’s room, and crept in below the giant’s bed.  By and by the giant came home, ate a hearty supper, and then came crashing upstairs, and soon fell a-snoring.  Then Molly Whuppie slipped from under the bed, and slipped up the bed-clothes, and reaching out her hand slipped it under the pillow, and got hold of the purse.  But the giant’s head was so heavy on it she had to tug and tug away.  At last out it came, she fell backward over the bedside, the purse opened, and some of the money fell out with a crash.  The noise wakened the giant, and she had only time to grab the money off the floor, when he was after her.  How they ran, and ran, and ran, and ran!  At last she reached the One Hair Bridge and, with the purse in one hand, the money in the other, she sped across it while the giant shook his fist at her and cried: 

“Woe worth you, Molly Whuppie!  Never you dare to come again!”

And she, turning her head, laughed lightly: 

“Yet once more, gaffer, will I come to the Castle in Spain.”

So she took the purse to the King, and he ordered a splendid marriage feast for his second son and her second sister.

But after the wedding was over the King says to her, says he: 

“Molly!  You are the most main clever girl in the world; but if you would do better yet, and steal me from his finger the giant’s ring, in which all his strength lies, I will give you my dearest, youngest, handsomest son for yourself.”

Now Molly thought the King’s son was the nicest young prince she had ever seen, so she said she would try, and that evening, all alone, she sped across the One Hair Bridge as light as a feather, and ran, and ran, and ran until she came to the giant’s house all lit up with the red setting sun like any castle in the air.  And she slipped inside, stole upstairs, and crept under the bed in no time.  And the giant came in, and supped, and crashed up to bed, and snored.  Oh! he snored louder than ever!

But you know he was a double-faced giant; so perhaps he snored louder on purpose.  For no sooner had Molly Whuppie began to tug at his ring than ...  My!...

He had her fast between his finger and thumb.  And he sate up in bed, and shook his head at her and said, “Molly Whuppie, you are a main clever girl!  Now, if I had done as much ill to you as you have done to me, what would you do to me?”

Then Molly thought for a moment and she said, “I’d put you in a sack, and I’d put the cat inside with you, and I’d put the dog inside with you, and I’d put a needle and thread and a pair of shears inside with you, and I’d hang you up on a nail, and I’d go to the wood and cut the thickest stick I could get, and come home and take you down and bang you, and bang, and bang, and bang you till you were dead!”