“Cheerful, too,” Smolin assented. Then they became silent, looking at each other.
“Will you come up with him to my house?” asked the red-headed boy.
“Yes.”
“Come up. It’s nice there.”
Foma said nothing to this. Then Smolin asked him:
“Have you many friends?”
“I have none.”
“Neither did I have any friends before I went to school. Only cousins. Now you’ll have two friends at once.”
“Yes,” said Foma.
“Are you glad?”