Once upon a time there was a town called Atpat.  In it there lived a poor Brahman who had seven sons and seven daughters-in-law.  He had also one daughter called Gunvanti and a wife called Dhanvanti.  Whenever a mendicant Brahman came to this house, it was the custom of all the ladies to give him alms and then prostrate themselves in front of him.  One day a Brahman came, tall as a tree and shining like the sun.  The seven daughters-in-law ran out as usual and gave him alms and then threw themselves at full length at his feet.  The Brahman blessed them and said, “Increase of children be yours; increase of wealth be yours; may your husbands cherish you all your lives.”  But the Brahman’s daughter Gunvanti was a lazy little girl, and when the mendicant came she was still in bed.  Her mother, Dhanvanti, rushed into her room and cried, “Daughter, daughter, get up and give the Brahman alms,” The little girl jumped up in a fright and ran out and put alms before him and prostrated herself at his feet.  The mendicant blessed her and said, “Observe the precepts of religion.”

The little girl ran back to her mother.  “Mother, Mother,” she cried, “Bhatji [13] did not give me the same blessing as he gave to my sisters-in-law,” Her mother said, “Go back again and give him some more alms and see what he does,” The little girl ran back, put some more alms before the mendicant, and again prostrating herself asked for his blessing.  Once more he said, “Observe the precepts of religion,” Then Dhanvanti asked him why he gave her daughter such a strange blessing.  The mendicant replied, “Because widowhood will come upon her immediately after her marriage,” Dhanvanti threw herself before the Brahman and grasped his feet and cried, weeping, “Tell me how I may escape this evil; what shall I do to save my one little girl from becoming a widow?” The Brahman pitied her and said, “Lady, lady, do not weep; I shall give you a remedy by which to cure this evil.  Across the seven seas there is an island.  In it there lives a washerwoman called Soma.  If you can fetch her to your daughter’s wedding, she will escape the evil that threatens her.  When the wedding is over, you must send Soma back with all honour to her house.”  With these words the mendicant took up his wallet and went to collect alms elsewhere.  When her husband returned home Dhanvanti told him what had happened.  “Some one,” she added, “must go across the seven seas, to fetch Soma, the washerwoman.”  The father and mother called up their sons and said, “Those of you who honour your parents will take your sister and cross the seven seas to bring Soma here.”  But all the sons turned to their mother and said, “All you care about is your daughter.  You do not love us the least little bit.  So we shall not cross the seven seas and bring Soma here just on her account.”  The mother began to cry, and the father got very cross.  He turned to his wife and said, “From henceforth you have no sons.  To me our seven sons are as if they had never been