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But one Sunday evening, when Tania was
seven or eight years old, she came running
through the passage past Maria Vasiljevna’s
room. Suddenly, Maria opened her door, and
said : ‘Little Miss! just come in a moment, here
is a beautiful bird of dough I have baked for
you!’ It was nearly dark, and the child was
alone with Maria Vasiljevna, whose white face
and large black eyes frightened her so much, that
without answering, she ran away as fast as she
could.
‘Oh, I see, Miss Tania despises me!’ she
heard Maria mutter to herself. She was struck,
not so much by the words as by the tone in
which they were spoken, but she did not stop.
When she was in the schoolroom, and had
recovered a little from her fright, Maria Vasiljevna’s
deep sad voice still sounded in her ears. Tania
felt uncomfortable the whole evening, though
she tried to divert her thoughts by playing.
She could not banish Maria Vasiljevna from
her mind. She felt as we often do with regard
to a person we have wronged; Maria had
suddenly become a dear good friend, and Tania
was longing for her.
To tell her governess what had happened was
out of the question; children are always shy
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