"'No! no!' said the lad; 'you can't go over till I've taken the toll.'
"'We've nothing to pay it with,' they said.
"'Well, then! you can't cross; but it's all the same, if it isn't money. Goods will do just as well.'
"So they gave him each a wisp of hay, and he had as much as would go on a little hand-sledge, and then they had leave to pass over the bridge.
"Next came a pedlar with his pack, who sold needles and thread, and such like small wares, and he wanted to cross.
"'You can't cross, till you have paid the toll,' said the lad.
"'I've nothing to pay it with,' said the pedlar.
"'You have wares, at any rate.'
"So the pedlar took out two needles and gave them him, and then he had leave to cross the bridge. As for the needles, the lad stuck them into the hay, and soon set off home.
"So when he got home, he said, 'Now, I have taken the toll, and got something to live on.'