[p42]
“Now you must be introduced to Trapper. Here, Trapper,” said Dick, turning to the donkey-cart.
“Don’t be silly, Dick,” cried the pretty little maiden. “You know I’m not Trapper: at least, only to you, who call me Gin and then Trap and Trapper. My name is Jenny;” and down she sprang to Inna’s side.
“And I am Inna.”
“Yes; Dick has told me your name.”
“And how is your kitten?” Inna liked the pretty, free, fair-haired, fair-faced girl.
“Oh, first-rate, thank you, isn’t she, Dick?” said she, appealing to her brother, who was just settling with Oscar.
“Oh yes! We’ll just manage a morning of it in the woods; you can show your cousin Black Hole another time. Isn’t what?” he questioned of his sister.
“Isn’t Snowdrop first-rate?”
“Rather,” returned he, with a nod at Inna, which made her blush and laugh.
“I’m glad she’s well. And so you call her Snowdrop?”