So she packed all her ribbons and her bodices and skirts in a bright wooden box and, calling her little dog Pilka, she stepped into the boat and Osmo rowed her off in the direction of the King’s castle.
Soon they passed a long narrow spit of land at the end of which stood a woman waving her arms. That is she looked like a woman. Really she was Suyettar but they, of course, did not know this.
“Take me in your boat!” she cried.
“Shall we?” Osmo asked his sister.
“I don’t think we ought to,” Ilona said. “We don’t know who she is or what she wants and she may be evil.”
So Osmo rowed on. But the woman kept shouting:
“Hi, there! Take me in your boat! Take me!”
A second time Osmo paused and asked his sister:
“Don’t you think we ought to take her?”
“No,” Ilona said.