"But I haven't one," said Sasha.
"Do as you like, but you must get me a funnel," persisted Liudmilla, laughing.
"I would get one from Milanya, only it's used for paraffin," said Sasha.
Liudmilla again burst into gay laughter.
"Oh, you dull young man, get me a piece of paper, if you can spare it—and there's your funnel."
"That's true," exclaimed Sasha joyously, "it's easy to make one from paper. I'll get it at once."
Sasha ran into his room.
"Shall I take it from an exercise-book?" he shouted from his room.
Liudmilla replied:
"You can tear it out from a book—a Latin grammar if you like. I don't mind."