I can’t tell you how Massa and I laughed. “We must go, Massa, or I shall die of laughing.” Nevertheless, we did not go.
“Are you there again?” shouted Cavallius. “On my honor, I will not stand this any longer.” With that he went into the house, leaving Nibb alone.
Nibb made an elegant bow to us, whom he saw in the loft window.
“Beautiful weather, little girls,” he observed politely.
“Oh, yes.” We felt as if we were in an oven, it was so hot, and Nibb wiped his forehead every minute.
“Perhaps it is rather temperate,” he continued, bowing to us again.
“It wouldn’t matter if it were a little more temperate,” I said.
Nibb made no reply to this, but remarked, “A queer man, that one,” pointing over his shoulder after Cavallius.
Yes, Massa and Nibb and I could all agree as to that.
But what in the world had become of Cavallius? Could he be looking for us?