"You can see for yourself, grannie," replied Vasilisa.
The Baba Yaga looked all around, and became very angry because there was nothing to be angry about. "Very good!" she said sullenly; then she cried: "My faithful servants, my bosom friends, grind my wheat for me!" Instantly appeared three pairs of hands, seized the wheat, and carried it out of sight.
The Witch ate her supper, lay down to sleep, and again gave Vasilisa her orders.
"To-morrow do the same as you did to-day; but above all, take from the corncrib the poppy, and clean it of all dirt to the last seed. You'll cause trouble for someone if the least bit of earth is mixed with the poppy."
Then she turned her face to the wall and began to snore as before.
Vasilisa gave her Doll something to eat. The Doll ate and told her what she had told her the evening before:
"Pray to God and go to sleep; Morning is wiser than Evening; all shall be done, dear little Vasilisa!"
In the morning the Baba Yaga again flew away in her mortar, and Vasilisa and the Doll quickly
