well , that would not be much of a task , said the women , and agreed to the proposal . and the princess with the long nose at once began to wash . she washed with all her might and main , and took the greatest pains , but the longer she washed and rubbed , the larger grew the spots . " o , you do n't know how to wash ! " said her mother , the old troll - wife . " just give it to me ! " but no sooner had she taken the shirt in her hand , than it began to look worse , and the more she washed and rubbed , the larger and blacker grew the spots . then the other troll - women had to come and wash . the longer they washed the shirt the uglier it grew , and finally it looked as though it had been hanging in the smokestack .
wash out the spots .
what could all troll-women not do ?
what could all troll-women not do ?