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with the younger men of the family, and which
irritated them very much.
Tania could not keep her eyes off him; she
admired everything about him, his fine white
hands and his smart English suit.
‘Do you know, Lena,’ he says laughingly to
his sister, ‘I have been wondering all the time
what Tania’s eyes are like. Now I have found it
out—they look like preserved gooseberries, large,
green, and sweet.’
All burst out laughing, and Tania blushed
and felt a little bit hurt; but her uncle added,
‘Very sweet and very green,’ and so she was
comforted.
After dinner, her uncle sat down on a corner
sofa and took Tania on his knees.
‘Now, you come here, we must be friends,’
he says, and begins talking about her lessons.
Children as a rule are well aware of their strong
points, and Tania knows that she possesses very
good knowledge for her age, so she is glad that
her uncle has chosen this topic; she gives good
answers, and he is very much pleased.
‘What a sensible little girl you are! That’s
nice,—you know something, I see!’ he keeps
saying.
‘Now, Uncle, you tell me something,’ Tania begs.
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