"Maman, maman, you and I meant to go to Matveyev last week, we should have broken our legs too!" "Heaven have mercy on us!" cried Praskovya Ivanovna, crossing herself.
"Maman, maman, dear maman, you mustn't be frightened if I break both my legs.

It may so easily happen to me; you say yourself that I ride so recklessly every day.

Mavriky Nikolaevitch, will you go about with me when I'm lame ?" She began giggling again.

"If it does happen I won't let anyone take me about but you, you can reckon on that....

Well, suppose I break only one leg.