Then off they trudged and got married. Afterward they went to the house where the youth’s mother had lived, and his wife kept it so clean and neat, and cooked his food so nice that one evening he said to her, “Lass, I’m thinking I like you best of anything.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” said she.
“But,” said he, “have I got to kill you, do you think, and take your heart to the wise woman for that bottle of brains?”
“Law, no!” she exclaimed, looking scared, “I will not have that, but you might take me as I am, heart and all, and I’ll wager I can help you read her riddles.”
“Do you think so?” said he. “I’m afraid they are too hard for women folk.”
“Let us see,” said she. “What was the first?”
“What runs without feet?” said he.
“Why, water,” she said.
“So it does,” said he, and clapped his hands gleefully; “and what is yellow and shining but is not gold?”
“Why, the sun,” said she.