"Indeed! already?"
"At your service, aunt."
Little Esztike tripped up to me: "Now you are joking, bacsi," she whispered, with a mischievous smile.
"Well, you must carry on the joke," I whispered in reply.
"And why?"
"Merely because I wish my dearest Esztike to hand me Aunt Debora's spectacles over the wall this evening; I am going to make a little improvement in them."
"Well," interrupted Aunt Debora, who had been examining the mushrooms; "and so you are an oculist? Ay, ay!"
"At your command. But I will not inconvenience you further," I said, taking up my hat.
"Oh, stay a little longer," said the good dame—at the same time pushing me towards the door, which she opened to let me out.
I got the spectacles that evening; and removing the magnifying glasses with great care, I substituted a pair which I had cut out of the smoothest pane of glass with a diamond.