“Forget you? How could I forget you,” Raduz said, “when I wouldn’t give you up for the whole world!”
So Raduz took a solemn oath and they made ready to flee. Ludmila threw down her kerchief in one corner of the house and Raduz’ cap in another. Then she took Yezibaba’s wand and off they started.
The next morning when the old man awoke, he called out: “Hi, there, boy! Are you still asleep?”
“No, I’m not asleep,” answered Raduz’ cap. “I’m just stretching.”
Presently the old man called out again: “Here, boy, hand me my clothes.”
“In a minute,” the cap answered. “Just wait till I put on my slippers.”
Then old Yezibaba awoke. “Ludmila!” she cried. “Get up, you lazy girl, and hand me my skirt and bodice.”
“In a minute! In a minute!” the kerchief answered.
“What’s the matter?” Yezibaba scolded. “Why are you so long dressing?”
“Just one more minute!” the kerchief said.
But Yezibaba, who was an impatient old witch, sat up in bed and then she could see that Ludmila’s bed
