Slimakowa was standing in the passage, shading her eyes and waiting.
'Well, what has he been up to now?… What's this? Has it fallen on
Stasiek again? Curse those Swabians and their singing!'
She went up to the boy and, taking his hand, said in a trembling voice:
'Never mind, Stasiek, don't roll your eyes like that, never mind! Come to your senses, I won't scold you. Magda, fetch some water.'
'He has had more than enough water,' murmured Slimak.
The woman started back.
'What's the matter with him? Why is he so wet?'
'I have taken him out of the pool by the river.'
'That little pool?'
'The water was only up to my waist, but it did for him.'