“Why, then, do you return in carts? Eight kilometres it must be.”
Herr Erchardt made a cup of his hands and stood up in the jolting cart while Frau Kellermann clung to his knees. “Seven and a half!”
“Ignorance must not go uncontradicted!” I said to the Advanced Lady.
THE SWING OF THE PENDULUM
The landlady knocked at the door.
“Come in,” said Viola.
“There is a letter for you,” said the landlady, “a special letter”—she held the green envelope in a corner of her dingy apron.
“Thanks.” Viola, kneeling on the floor, poking at the little dusty stove, stretched out her hand. “Any answer?”
“No; the messenger has gone.”
“Oh, all right!” She did not look the landlady in the face; she was ashamed of not having paid her rent, and wondered grimly, without any hope, if the woman would begin to bluster again.