"You never can tell how a man'll turn out, Varvara Dmitrievna darling. He might treat them badly."
In the meantime the little girl ran back from the street and threw into the window a handful of sand which fell on to her mother's head and dress. Grushina put her head out of the window and shouted:
"Wait till I catch you, you little devil, and see what you'll get!"
"You're a devil yourself, you silly fool!" shouted the little girl from the street, jumping on one foot and clenching her dirty little fist at her mother.
"You just wait!" shouted Grushina.
And she shut the window. Then she sat down calmly as if nothing had happened and began to talk:
"I have a piece of news for you, but I don't know if I ought to tell you. But don't worry, Varvara Dmitrievna darling, they won't succeed."
"Well, what is it?" asked Varvara in affright, and the saucer of coffee trembled in her hand.
"You know that a young student by the name of Pilnikov has just entered the school and been put straight into the fifth form as if he'd come from Rouban, for his aunt has bought an estate in our district."
"Yes, I know," said Varvara, "I saw him when he came with his aunt. Such a pretty boy, almost like a girl, and always blushing."