Jo withdrew a tiny pair of stockings—a marvel of knitting in many coloured patterns.
"What about these?" she said.
"Hast thou children?"
"No; but how much?" said Jo.
The price was four piastres. Jo gave four groschen and the old woman peered anxiously at the money in her palm.
"It is too much," she said.
Pavlovitch explained that somehow four groschen worked out to more than four piastres; but we left her to calculate what fractions of a centime she had gained.
Our old innkeeper looked very truculent when we entered.
"Are you going to lunch here?"
"No; we left word."