‘Tell me, dear mother, where did my eldest brother conceal his riches?’
‘What a strange question! Surely you must know,’ answered she.
‘No, I have forgotten; my memory is so bad.’
‘He dug a hole under the doorstep and placed it there,’ said she. And there was another pause.
By-and-by the Sodno asked again:
‘And where may my second brother’s money be?’
‘Don’t you know that either?’ cried the mother in surprise.
‘Oh, yes; I did once. But since I fell upon my head I can remember nothing.’
‘It is behind the oven,’ answered she. And again was silence.
‘Mother, dear mother,’ said the young man at last, ‘I am almost afraid to ask you; but I really have grown so stupid of late. Where did I hide my own money?’