“No,” said Tioka.
“Why 'no'? You should say 'yes.'”
“No,” declared Tioka doggedly. “This is my 'no' day.”
“Your what?” exclaimed his father.
“My day for saying 'no,'” announced Tioka with great decision.
His father was much amused. “I also shall have my 'no' days,” he declared. “And I shall begin at once. To-day, Mura, we shall receive no visitors.”
“But, Vassili,” I protested, “we must see the Grigorievskys; we have invited them to dinner.”
“No,” said my husband.
“And Semenzoff. And Bozevsky.”
“No,” he repeated.