Now the Tsar wanted to have shirts made out of this same linen, but he could not find any seamstress to undertake the work. And he thought for long, and at last he sent for the old woman again, and said: "If you can spin this linen and weave it, perhaps you can make a shirt out of it?"
"I cannot weave and spin the linen," said the old woman; "only a maiden can who is staying with me."
"Well, she may do the work."
So the woman went home and told Vasilísa everything.
"I knew that I should have to do the work!" said Vasilísa. And she locked herself up in her little room, set to work, and never put her hands again on her lap until she had sewn a dozen shirts.
The old woman brought the Tsar the shirts, and Vasilísa washed and combed herself, dressed herself, and sat down at the window, and waited. Then there came a henchman of the Tsar's, entered the room and said: "The Tsar would fain see the artist who has sewn him the shirts, and he wants to reward her with his own hands."
Vasilísa the Fair went to the Tsar. When he saw her, he fell deep in love with her. "No, fairest damsel; I will never part from you. You must be my wife."
So the Tsar took Vasilísa, with her white hands, put her next to him, and bade the bells ring for the wedding.
Vasilísa's father came back home, and was rejoiced at her good luck, and stayed with his daughter.
Vasilísa also took the old woman to live with her, and the doll ever remained in her pocket.
