"Hania, Hania! It is time to go."
Silence.
"Hania! Hania!"
As if in answer to me the leaves began to rustle under the first breath of the tempest; a few large drops of rain fell, and silence set in again.
"What is this?" asked I of myself, and felt that the hair was rising on my head with fright.
"Hania! Hania!"
For a moment it seemed to me that from the other end of the garden I heard an answer. I recovered myself. "Oh, what a fool!" thought I, and ran in the direction whence the voice came. I found nothing and nobody.
On that side the garden ended at a paling; beyond that was a road toward a sheepfold in the field. I seized hold of the paling and looked on the road. It was empty; but Ignas, a farm-boy, was herding geese in a ditch near the paling.
"Ignas!"
Ignas took off his cap and ran toward the paling.