. Soap-bubble stories. For children .. . e sat down cross-legged at the bottom of awater trough to arrange his plans quietly in seclusion. An old horse came by, dragging a creaking waggon, andthe driver stopped to allow the animal to drink. The Troll raised himself leisurely, and as the horse put inhis head, Terli seized it in both hands, and hung on so firmlythat it was impossible for the poor creature to get away. Let go ! said the horse, angrily—for he understoodthe Troll language. Let me go ! What are you doing ? I shant let you go till you make me a promise. Youget the Wood-Troll to cork
. Soap-bubble stories. For children .. . e sat down cross-legged at the bottom of awater trough to arrange his plans quietly in seclusion. An old horse came by, dragging a creaking waggon, andthe driver stopped to allow the animal to drink. The Troll raised himself leisurely, and as the horse put inhis head, Terli seized it in both hands, and hung on so firmlythat it was impossible for the poor creature to get away. Let go ! said the horse, angrily—for he understoodthe Troll language. Let me go ! What are you doing ? I shant let you go till you make me a promise. Youget the Wood-Troll to cork up the Church Fountain atdaybreak on Friday morning, and Ill let you drink as muchas you like now, and go without hindrance afterwards. I shant promise, said the horse, crossly. I dontsee why I should. Well, I shall hang on till you do said the Troll witha disagreeable laugh ; and he gripped the old horse moretightly than ever. Oh, leave off! Im being suffocated. Ill promise any-thing, cried the horse. Croll hi tl)t CI)urd) LET GO ! SAID THE LET ME GO ! WHAT AREYOU DOING? Terli withdrew his hands immediately, sinking down tothe bottom of the trough with a chuckle that made thewater bubble furiously ; and the old horse, without waitingto drink, trotted off with an activity that surprised his master. Remember your promise i called the Troll, putting hishead suddenly over the edge of the trough, and pointing athin finger. On Friday at daybreak the Church Foun-tain stopped, or you dont drink comfortably for a twelve-month ! (Cvoll in tfjc Cljurd) ^Fountain. CHAPTER II. Early on Friday morning the bridal procession startedgaily, and all the village folks were so occupied they nevernoticed that the Church Fountain had ceased to bubble. The bells rang out; while the Troll, hidden in the branchesof a tree close to the entrance door, glanced first at the pro-cession and then at a wedge of wood sticking out of thestone mouth of the Fountain, and he laughed el
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