The girl asked, extending her hand to him:
"What's the question about? Aren't all agreed that the plan is practicable? I know they are."
"And who'll organize it? Everybody's occupied."
"Give it to me," said Sasha, quickly jumping to her feet. "I have time!"
"Take it. But you must ask others."
"Very well, I will. I'll go at once."
She began to button up her coat again with sure, thin fingers.
"You ought to rest a little," the mother advised.
Sasha smiled and answered in a softer voice:
"Don't worry about me. I'm not tired." And silently pressing their hands, she left once more, cold and stern.