“Hush, Dalima, do not mention such a thing again,” said Anna very seriously. “You ought to know that I dislike any such allusions. I am no longer a resident’s daughter!”
But, when she perceived that her scolding tone of voice really grieved her companion, she continued with a pleasant smile:
“As if the young men of Ajo ever gave me a look!”
“But, Nana,” asked Dalima, “whom do they look at then?”
“They have evidently taken a fancy to one of us,” replied Anna, “but it is certainly not to me; I can see that plainly enough. All those smiles and sweet little whispers are for you, Dalima.”
“How can you talk such nonsense!” said Dalima half-crossly.
“I am only telling you the truth, Dalima.”
“Have you ever noticed Kjahi Wangsa, Nana? He has no eyes but for you.”
“No, for you, Nana!”