'Perhaps it would make my hair grow!' said the old woman eagerly.
'Perhaps it would!' quoth cunning Bopolûchî.
So the old, ever so old mother put her head in the mortar, and Bopolûchî pounded away with such a will that the old lady died.
Then Bopolûchî dressed the dead body in the scarlet bridal dress, seated it on the low bridal chair, drew the veil well over the face, and put the spinning wheel in front of it, so that when the robber came home he might think it was the bride.Then she put on the old mother's clothes, and seizing her own bundle, stepped out of the house as quickly as possible.
On her way home she met the robber, who was returning with a stolen millstone, to grind the corn for the wedding feast, on his head. She was dread fully frightened, and slipped behind the hedge, so as not to be seen. But the robber, not recognising her in the old mother's dress, thought she was some strange woman from a neighbouring village, and so to avoid being seen he slipped behind the other hedge. Thus Bopolûchî reached home in safety.
Meanwhile, the robber, having come to his house, saw the figure in bridal scarlet sitting on the bridal chair, spinning, and of course thought it was Bopolûchî. So he called to her to help him down with the mill- stone, but she didn't answer. He called again, but still she didn't answer. Then he fell into a rage, and threw the millstone at her head. The figure toppled over, and lo and behold! it was not Bopolûchî at all, but his old, ever so old mother! Whereupon the robber wept, and beat his breast, thinking he had killed her; but when he discovered
