“The elder one is very charming. In some way she is like mother. But the other is also nice.”
“What brings them here?” again asked Trirodov. “They might have waited until their elders brought them here.”
Kirsha smiled, sighed lightly, and said thoughtfully, shrugging his small shoulders:
“All women are curious. What’s to be done with them?”
Smiling now joyously, now gravely, Trirodov asked:
“And will mother not come to us?”
“Oh, if she only came, if only for one little minute!” exclaimed Kirsha.
“What are we to do with these girls?” asked Trirodov.
“Invite them in, show them the house,” replied Kirsha.
“And the quiet children?” quietly asked Trirodov.