“I’m wet!” he said, “and the bed’s wet, too!”
The old Troll wife got up to change the covers.
“The roof must be leaking,” she said. “It never leaked before. I suppose it was that last wind.”
She threw the wet coverlet up over the rafters to dry and put other covers on the bed.
When she and the Troll were again asleep, Olli made the hole a little bigger, reached in his hand, and got the coverlet from the rafters.
The next morning the Troll hallooed across the Bay:
“Olli! Oh, Olli, are you there?”
“Yes,” Olli shouted back, “I’m here! What do you want?”
“Have you got my coverlet woven of silk and gold?”
“Yes,” Olli told him, “I’ve got your coverlet but it’s my coverlet now!”