"Why, then, I could carry it, 'twas an easy matter enough.
"'Can I trust you?' says the girl.
"'Why, d'you think I'd lose it on the way?' says I.
"'If you did—or if you went and told about it…'
"'Nay,' says I. 'I'm an old man, my dear, and not given to playing tricks that away.'
"'Yes, I know,' says she. 'I can trust you.' And then she gives me this.
"'That's for him?' says I. 'Give it him just as it is?'
"'Yes. You won't open it, I know. Though, to be sure, anyone can tell what's inside. But be sure no one sees you give it him. There's no message, only just that.'
"Well, I was just on the way to tell her I'd sense enough to do that without being asked—but all of a sudden she's off, racing away with her hair flying behind. Ay, that was the way of it, and now I've told you, I'll be off."
"Good-night, then," said Olof. "And many thanks."