“Well, do you agree? Will you stay or not?” scolded the mistress as she appeared in the doorway.
“I will stay,” replied Sandu, scarcely knowing what he said.
The master looked at her, and turned to Sandu.
“Have you had your dinner?”
“Did he come for you to feed him,” his wife interrupted him.
The mistress threw him a look full of meaning, and disappeared into the yard.
“You can start work to-morrow.”
Sandu turned and went out after the master; they walked side by side. When they reached the yard gate they stopped. The master would have liked to say something about the pay. One and a half florins a week seemed so very little to him, but Sandu was simple and glad to get work, and he did not ask for much.
“Master, I will go now. Good luck to you!”