her outstretched hand, she met Maryánka, who bowed to her.
"She is a queen of a girl, and a fine worker," she thought, as she looked at the fair maiden. "She has done growing! It is time for her to get married into some good family,—yes, she ought to marry Lukáshka."
Mother Ulítka had cares of her own; she remained sitting on the threshold, and was lost in thought, until her daughter called her.