For Lotta Luxa had a little money of her own, and poor Souchey had none.

Lotta muttered something about the thoughtless thanklessness of young people, and then took herself down-stairs.

Nina opened the door of the back parlour, and found her cousin Ziska sitting alone with his feet propped upon the stove.
"What, Ziska," she said, "you not at work by ten o'clock!" "I was not well last night, and took physic this morning," said Ziska.
"Something had disagreed with me." "I'm sorry for that, Ziska.

You eat too much fruit, I suppose." "Lotta says it was the sausage, but I don't think it was.

I'm very fond of sausage, and everybody must be ill sometimes.