It was Mitsha.

At the entrance of the visitor, she quickly stroked back the hair that streamed over her cheeks and turned her face half around.

But this was for a moment only; as soon as the wood caught fire and light began to spread over the room she again blew into the flames with all her might.

It was quite unnecessary, for the fire burned lustily.
Hannay stood in the middle of the floor, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Stepping up to the boy she said,-- "You have not been here for a long time, mot[=a]tza." It sounded like a friendly reproach.