She turned, crying: "Marie, Marie!" A little girl, who could not have been more than fourteen years of age, appeared from the background.

She also was red-cheeked and plump; her hair also was arranged in black, shining curls.

She stood looking at us, half smiling, half defiant, sucking her finger.
"She also has known officers," said the girl.

"She would be very glad, if you cared--" I heard their father behind the bar humming to himself.
"Come out of this!" I said to Trenchard.

"Come away!" He followed me quietly, bowing very politely to the staring sisters....
"Go on," I said to Nikolai.