‘If Jane had a child,’ said he to himself, ‘who knows but that one day it might play about here and fall in and be killed?’
It was winter and the house was cold and dark. There was no wood, no light, no food; and they were starving.
Early in the morning she had to get up to milk the cow, clean and polish everything in the house, and prepare breakfast for her father.
The little doll's eyes would begin to shine like glow-worms, and it would become alive. It would eat a little food, and sip a little drink, and then it would comfort Wassilissa and tell her how to act.