‘I will direct my man to look. Seeing that I was not here yesterday,’ he pronounced significantly....
‘Ah, why, to be sure, you weren’t here yesterday.’ Vassilissa squatted down on her heels, and began rummaging in the chest....
‘Aunt, hi! aunt!’
‘What sa-ay?’
‘Have you taken my neckerchief?’
‘What neckerchief?’
‘Why, the yellow one.’
‘The yellow one?’
‘Yes, the yellow, figured one.’
‘No, I’ve not taken it.’