Maruska couldn't speak for sorrow that her father so undervalued her love. She was used to following her father's words to a T, and she knew that
she wouldn't be able to hold out against her sisters in the house any longer, so she gathered her rags and started off. She followed the wind over hill and dale until she came to a dark forest far away. There--whence she came, thence she came--an old woman stood in her path.