"And nothing of all that seems to you at all surprising, Jeanike!"
"No, because I have become accustomed to it. You will presently feel about it as I do."
The girl stopped short, and after casting a furtive look in the direction of the street, she said to her companion:
"Did you see that?"
"What?"
"The dragoon."
"A dragoon, Jeanike!"
"Yes; and I beg you go out and see if he is coming back—towards the shop. I shall tell you more about it later. Go, quick! quick!"
"The dragoon has not come back," answered the lad, naïvely. "But what can you have in common with the dragoon, Jeanike?"
"Nothing at all, thank God; but they have their barracks near by."