So Mitsos washed his hands and went up to Nicholas's room, finding him already bathed and half dressed. His dusty clothes lay on the floor, and he pointed to them as Mitsos came in.
"I shall be here four days at the least," he said, "and I want these washed before I go away. The most important thing in the world is to be clean, Mitsos."
"Father Andréa says—" began the boy.
"Well, what does Father Andréa say?"
"He says that to love God and hate the devil—I think he means the Turk—is the most important thing."
"Well, Father Andréa is right. But you must remember that I am right too. Sit you in the window, Mitsos, and talk to me. What have you been doing since I was here?"
"Looking after the vines," said Mitsos, "since the reaping was over. And I go fishing very often, almost every night."
"Then to-morrow we will go together; to-night I have much to say to your father."
"Will you really come with me?" asked the boy. "And will you tell me some more stories?"
"Yes, I have a new set of stories, which you shall hear—I want to know what you will think of them. How old are you?"