He walked up and down the room and measured me with his eyes as if I were a piece of cloth; and I did not like it.
"Have you known Juna a long time?" he asked me.
"Four days."
"Four days," he repeated. "That's good."
"Why good?" I asked.
"Just so," he answered, shrugging his shoulders. "Why do you wear an apron?"
"I am binding books," he said. "Soon my uncle will return and we will have supper. Perhaps you would like to wash yourself after your trip?"
I felt like teasing him. He was much too serious for his age.
"Do people wash here?" I asked.
He frowned. "How then?"