she said, and went home as fast as her feet would carry her.
As she neared her own door, she heard sounds of splashing and
screaming in a shrill piping voice; and on entering, saw Terli
struggling violently in the tub of Church water, the little bowl of
butter-milk lying spilt upon the floor.
"Take me out! Take me out! It gives me the toothache!" wailed the
Troll, but the Bride's mother was a wise woman, and determined that
now she had caught their tormentor she would keep him safely.
"TAKE ME OUT! TAKE ME OUT! IT GIVES ME THE
TOOTH-ACHE!"
"I've got the toothache in every joint!" shouted Terli. "Let me out,
and I'll _never_ tease you any more."
"It serves you very well right," said the old woman, and she poured
the contents of the tub--including Terli--into a large bucket, and
carried it off in triumph to the Church Fountain.
Here she emptied the bucket into the carved stone basin, and left
Terli kicking and screaming, while she went home to the farmhouse to
breakfast.
