And she pressed the rubber bulb. The aromatic spray-dust spurted out, spreading into minute drops upon Sasha's blouse. Sasha laughed as he turned obediently when Liudmilla pushed him.
"It smells nice, eh?" she asked.
"Very nice," replied Sasha. "What sort of scent is it?"
"What a baby you are!" said Liudmilla in a teasing voice. "Look on the bottle and you'll see."
Sasha looked at the label and said:
"It smells of oil of roses."
"Oil!" she said reproachfully, and struck Sasha lightly on the shoulder.
Sasha laughed, gave a slight scream and thrust out his tongue, curving it in the shape of a tube. Liudmilla rose, and began to turn over Sasha's school books.
"May I look?" she asked.
"Of course," said Sasha.