"Ah! then he can't run away."
"Why should he run away?" laughed Anjuta. "He is waiting for me. I am going to the village," she added with an air of importance, "to buy bread and meal."
"Well, listen now. Sit here by my side. Would you like to help your grandfather? We will make him well and give him bread and money, so that he can live without anxiety."
"Yes, but Grandfather wanted to make a hole under the earth for us both, because it is so terribly cold in the forest."
"Very well; we will build him a strong hut."
"With a real fire-place like Lasaref has?"
"Yes, just like that."
The little girl clapped her hands in glee. "And I will always cook him good broth. That is just what Grandfather has always told me, that one should help the other, and then God helps all."
"Yes, certainly. We will help him too."
Anjuta clambered up on the box-seat. The peasant who held the reins gave her a violent dig in the side and angrily hissed between his teeth, "Stupid goose!"