“Why, you’ve learnt it from Grandad,” said Maryánka, struggling. “Stop it!”
And they both broke into such peals of laughter that Maryánka’s mother shouted to them to be quiet.
“Are you jealous?” asked Ústenka in a whisper.
“What humbug! Let me sleep. What have you come for?”
But Ústenka kept on, “I say! But I wanted to tell you such a thing.”
Maryánka raised herself on her elbow and arranged the kerchief which had slipped off.
“Well, what is it?”
“I know something about your lodger!”
“There’s nothing to know,” said Maryánka.
“Oh, you rogue of a girl!” said Ústenka, nudging her with her elbow and laughing. “Won’t tell anything. Does he come to you?”