A MOTHER
row step where the door took up half of the standing room.
“If the inhabitants correspond to their dwelling place, we shall probably not remain here very long,” he said, looking up doubtfully at the inconvenient entrance.
“Dino does not correspond,” said Cornelli quickly. She had not quite understood her father’s words, but felt them to be an attack on her friend.
“Climb up there, Cornelli, and pull the bell-rope!” he commanded. “When the door is open I’ll probably find room to stand there, too.”
Cornelli obeyed. A slender girl a good deal taller than Cornelli opened the door and looked with surprise at the new arrivals through a pair of dark and serious eyes. Cornelli retreated suddenly.
“Well, what I see is not very dreadful,” the Director said, stepping forward.
“How do you do, child. Is your mother at home, and can I speak to her a moment?”
The girl who had opened the door was Nika. With great politeness she led the gentleman to
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