"I have just ordered the samovár heated. I will go and see about it immediately. Shall we have it brought here?... Now, Pímotchka, hasten and finish your lessons, and we will go and take a run."
And Liza started for the door.
"Lízotchka! Lízanka!" cried her uncle, steadfastly regarding his fork, "again it seems to me I have dropped a stitch. Arrange it for me, my darling."[75]
"In a moment, in a moment. First I must have the sugar broken up."
And in point of fact, within three minutes, she came running into the room, went up to her uncle, and took him by the ear.
"That's to pay you for dropping stitches," said she laughing. "You have not been knitting as I taught you."
"Now, that'll do, that'll do, adjust it for me; there seems to be some sort of a knot."
Liza took the fork, pulled out a pin from her kerchief, which was blown back a little by the breeze coming through the window, picked it out a couple of times, and handed it back to her uncle.
"Now you must kiss me for that," said she, putting up her rosy cheek toward him, and re-adjusting her kerchief. "You shall have rum in your tea to-day. To-day is Friday, you see."
And again she went to the tea-room.