“I think I’ll go over and get the Troll’s money-bag.”
His father tried to dissuade him.
“Don’t be foolhardy, Olli! Your brothers say you had better not go to the Troll’s house again.”
But Olli only laughed and started gaily off as though he hadn’t a fear in the world.
Again he found the old Troll wife alone.
“Mercy me!” she thought to herself as she saw him coming, “here is that terrible Olli again! Whatever shall I do? I mustn’t let him off this time before the Troll gets back! I must keep him right here with me in the house.”
So when he came in she pretended that she was tired and that her back ached and she asked him would he watch the bread in the oven while she rested a few moments on the bed.
“Certainly I will,” Olli said.
So the old Troll wife lay down on the bed and Olli sat quietly in front of the oven. The Troll wife really was tired and before she knew it she fell asleep.
“Ha!” thought Olli, “here’s my chance!”