"Oh, yes," Mr. Ostrowski replied slowly, as he stroked his chin and a merry twinkle came into his eye. "The Jaselki. I had quite forgotten."
"Then we shall not have it," Jan said disappointedly.
"Oh, yes, you shall," his grandfather replied. "It will come just the same. I have already arranged for it. But I wonder what keeps them?" And he pulled out his watch and looked at it.
"The snow is very deep, and the roads bad," Mrs. Ostrowska said, as she looked out of the window toward the avenue of linden trees. "There is no one in sight yet."
"Maybe they won't come," Jan said doubtingly.
"They always do," his grandfather replied. "They haven't missed a single year. But it is only three o'clock; there is plenty of time."
"Will it come by the road?" Jan asked.
"Yes; that is the only way it can come," his grandfather said.