“I should like to go to the Moon,” observed the little boy.
“They don’t go nowadays,” said the other grandmother. “That was long ago, before my great-grandmother was born.”
[1] This is evidence that the story originated in lands where the sirocco is dreaded.
CHAPTER XV
THE LITTLE BOY HOMESICK
The little boy did not know what to do with himself, for they were very busy getting dinner ready against his father’s return from the zemstvo. He did not know how to play in this house as he did in his own; he felt a little homesick, and presently he began to cry.
“What does that mean?” asked his mother, who was making the onion-soup.