"Terli likes it so much—he will do anything for butter-milk," she said to herself, as she propped open the kitchen door, and went off with a light heart to see her daughter.
She carried with her a jug of the Church water, and when she arrived at the farm house, she gave it to her daughter and son-in-law, and begged them to bathe their eyes with it immediately.
With much grumbling they obeyed her; but what a change occurred directly they had done so!
The day, which had seemed cloudy and threatening rain, now appeared bright and hopeful. The Bride ran over her new house with exclamations of delight at all the comfortable arrangements, and the Bridegroom declared he was a lucky man to have married a good wife, and have a farm that anyone might reasonably be proud of!
"How could we ever have troubled over anything?" said the young Bride, "I can't understand it! We are young, and we are happy."
The old woman smiled wisely. "It was only the Troll's well-water," 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!"