Her eyes also sparkled with pleasure, for she felt sure of him.
"Well, why don't you give the mot[=a]tza some food ?" she asked her daughter again.

"On your account he has walked the long way from the big house.

Is it not so, Okoya ?" "Yes," the boy replied innocently.
Quick as thought Mitsha turned around, and her eyes beamed on him for an instant.

He did not notice it, and she forthwith stepped up to the hearth.

Even though she lacked evening toilette, Mitsha presented a handsome picture; and her friend became absorbed in contemplation of the lithe, graceful form.