When Violet did awake later on, she seemed to have forgotten all about her dream; she sighed heavily, and there were bright red spots on her cheeks. She watched all Evelina's movements with a kind of dull curiosity, but for a long time she made no effort to speak. At last she said, with a weak and somewhat complaining voice, "Evelina, why art thou making the room ready so early? That brush knocks so loudly against the chairs, and Violet's head is aching."
"I am up early because the whole town is up early," replied Evelina somewhat shortly; "and a room cannot be cleaned properly without brushing it."
"And why is the whole town up early—why, Evelina?"
"Why? of course thou knowest that this is the day of the grand procession, and one cannot be both inside of the house doing one's work and outside of it at the same time enjoying oneself."
"And art thou going out to see the angels?" asked Violet, fixing her eyes sorrowfully on the face of Evelina.
"That depends—I am not certain."
"But thou wouldst like it, wouldst thou not?"
"Yes, yes, of course."
"And will it be a long way off, down a far, far street?"