your choice; you are a man who can be trusted.’
‘If I succeed, I will write and let you know,’ said Hron, tenderly embracing his wife, and left the house.
Three days passed. Hron had not written. But on the morning of the fourth day she received a letter:
‘Dearest Madga,—I have found what I was looking for, a little girl without father and mother. She is not quite so small a child as you might fancy, but I hope you will take to her all the same. Meet us the day after to-morrow at the North Western Station at 1 p.m. Be sure to have dinner ready at once; we shall probably be hungry. Greatly looking forward to our meeting—Your
Ivan’
Magda went towards the station to meet her husband, with a heavy heart. She walked up and down the platform, and her breath stopped when she heard the whistle of the approaching train. Immovable, as though she were rooted to the spot, the young woman stood, her eyes only were moving and wandered from one carriage to another, seeking the one
