Barbara was big and slow in turning, while Silla, quick and ready, put now one thing, now another into her hands, and hurried away, and was over the fish both with her face and her opinions, long before Barbara could collect herself.
Nikolai's broad, pleased face followed the whole of the frying process with deeply interested attention.
"That mackerel's the right sort of fellow for frying!"
And then at last to take the pieces straight from the pan on to the bread!
The evening breeze began to blow cool between the warm house walls. The three who sat there enjoying the mackerel, felt as if it were a festive night.
And foreman too!