much that she can’t leave them, or what is it? I think I’ll have to go out myself and find her.”
So the stepmother put her fur cloak about her shoulders, threw a shawl over her head, and started out.
She called: “Holena! Holena!” but no one answered.
She struggled on and on up the mountain side. All around the snow lay deep with no track of man or beast in any direction.
“Holena! Holena!”
Still no answer.
The snow fell fast. The icy wind moaned on.
At home Marushka prepared the dinner and looked after the cow. Still neither Holena nor the stepmother returned.
“What can they be doing all this time?” Marushka thought.
She ate her dinner alone and then sat down to work at the distaff.
The spindle filled and daylight faded and still no sign of Holena and her mother.
“Dear God in heaven, what can be keeping them!” Marushka cried anxiously. She peered out the window to see if they were coming.
