How did she know I was here?
She had asked about me and found out where I was. And please was it true she was to keep the sewing-machine? But of course it couldn't....
Yes, the machine was hers all right; hadn't I taken her picture in exchange? Did it work all right?
Yes, it worked all right.
We did not talk much together; I wanted to get her away before the Lensmand came out and began asking questions.
“Well, run along home now, child; you've a long way to go.”
Olga gives me her hand—it is swallowed up completely in mine, and she lets it lie there as long as I will. Then she thanks me, and shambles gaily off again. And her toes turning in and out all odd ways.