"But I want to play with you."
"Well, you will have to wait long for that," and he crept quietly nearer to her.
"Grandfather, where are you?" she cried in an anxious tone. "Grandfather, I am frightened."
"There, I have caught you," he exclaimed suddenly and held the struggling child fast. "How wet you are, a regular frog!"
The child flung her puny arms round his brown sinewy neck and coaxed him. "Grandfather, listen, Grandfather! Now you be the wolf!"
"You are always wanting something," he grumbled discontentedly.
"Please! Please! You can do it so beautifully. I will be the little hare. Little hare with the long ears."
"Then I must eat you, stupid!" And the old man took the trouble to roll his eyes and growl fiercely.
But it was very difficult to satisfy Anjuta. "But you don't do it properly. Please, please come!" She stooped down and looked pleadingly into his eyes overhung by their shaggy brows.
"Very well, little one! Here goes!"