Colibri took the handkerchief from her face.
"Not nice so; better now." She moved away to the further end of the sofa and drew her feet up under her. "Sit down ... there."
Kuzma Vassilyevitch sat down on the spot indicated.
"Why do you move away?" he said, after a brief silence. "Surely you are not afraid of me?"
Colibri curled herself up and looked at him sideways.
"I am not afraid ... no."
"You must not be shy with me," Kuzma Vassilyevitch said in an admonishing tone. "Do you remember your promise yesterday to give me a kiss?"
Colibri put her arms round her knees, laid her head on them and looked at him again.
"I remember."
"I should hope so. And you must keep your word."