In front of one of the great chests stood a spinning wheel.

From this the landlady, winter and summer, spun off that fine thread from which were woven those bright and gay handkerchiefs which could be seen bobbing about in the doorway of the inn from afar.

One would never have expected to find such ease and comfort in a _csarda_ of the _puszta_.
The landlady very politely divested Henrietta of her travelling clothes, made a soft resting place for her with cushions in an arm-chair, put a stool beneath her feet, and in less time than it took to draw a breath, totted up ten different kinds of dishes that she might choose from them the one she liked best.

Perhaps she would like some leaf-cake?
It was just cooking and would be served up immediately, and she began spreading the table with a nice horse-cloth.

Clementina whispered Henrietta to beware of poison, whereupon Henrietta told the landlady that she _would_ have a bit of that nice dish, and when it came she really enjoyed it, though she did not know what it was, at which the landlady was infinitely pleased.
Meanwhile Hatszegi came in after seeing that the carriages were put into a dry place.