And there was another pause . By-and-by the Sodno asked again : ` And where may my second brother 's money be ? ' ` Do n't you know that either ? ' cried the mother in surprise . ` Oh , yes ; I did once . But since I fell upon my head I can remember nothing . ' ` It is behind the oven , ' answered she . And again was silence . ` Mother , dear mother , ' said the young man at last , ' I am almost afraid to ask you ; but I really have grown so stupid of late . Where did I hide my own money ? ' But at this question the old woman flew into a passion , and vowed that if she could find a rod she would bring his memory back to him . Luckily , no rod was within her reach , and the Sodno managed , after a little , to coax her back into good humour , and at length she told him that the youngest Stalo had buried his treasure under the very place where she was sitting . ` Dear mother , ' said Lyman , who had come in unseen , and was kneeling in front of the fire . ` Dear mother , do you know who it is you have been talking with ? ' The old woman started , but answered quietly : ` It is a Sodno , I suppose ? ' ` You have guessed right , ' replied Lyma . The mother of the Stalos looked round for her iron cane , which she always used to kill her victims , but it was not there , for Lyma had put it in the fire . ` Where is my iron cane ? ' asked the old woman . ` There ! '
answered Lyma , pointing XXXXX the flames .
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