“Oh, get on! What do I know about your boy?”
Femke got angry now.
“I haven’t done anything, and you can’t run me off like that. No, you can’t. If you don’t want to tell me, you needn’t to. You are an unaccommodating fellow!”
She was going to leave, when it occurred to her to ask, “And won’t you lend me a book, either?”
“Yes, you can get a book. What do you want?”
“That book about the robber and Amalia,” said Femke. She felt now that she was a “customer,” and oh, how proud she had become all at once!
“I don’t know anything about such a book. Do you mean Rinaldo Rinaldini?”
“No. Is there more than one robber book? Just call over the names of them for me.”
This was said with an air of importance that was not without its effect on the shopman. He pulled down the catalogue, and soon he came to “Glorioso.”