Bohemian, and the tears brimmed over and
hung on his long lashes. His mother listened,
spoke soothingly to him, and in a whisper
promised him something that made him give
her a quick, teary smile. He slipped away and
whispered his secret to Nina, sitting close to
her and talking behind his hand.

When Anna finished her work and had
washed her hands, she came and stood be-
hind her mother's chair. "Why don't we
show Mr. Burden our new fruit cave?" she
asked.

We started off across the yard with the
children at our heels. The boys were standing
by the windmill, talking about the dog; some
of them ran ahead to open the cellar door.
When we descended, they all came down after
us, and seemed quite as proud of the cave as
the girls were. Ambrosch, the thoughtful-look-
ing one who had directed me down by the plum
bushes, called my attention to the stout brick
walls and the cement floor. "Yes, it is a good
way from the house," he admitted. "But, you
see, in winter there are nearly always some of
us around to come out and get things."

Anna and Yulka showed me three small
barrels; one full of dill pickles, one full of

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