Resistingly the little fellow freed himself from his mother, then he brought the document, which was concealed behind a vase, and carried it, with importance as well as embarrassment, to his father. On the already extensively sealed envelope, between three lines, stood the unformed, but neatly and industriously written letters:
À
MONSIEUR BORIS LENSKY,
EN
AMÉRIQUE.
"The letter is to be sent to you when you are over there," explained Natalie.
"How nicely the wight writes for his five years," said Lensky touched, looking at the envelope. "You guided his hand, Natascha?"
"Oh, no!" declared Natalie.
"But you prompted him?"
"Certainly not; he thought it out all by himself; did you not, Nikolinka?" said Natalie.