"It was a girl.

One of my sisters.

Now, which one, I wonder?
and why did she run?
I do not care to catch her.

It is no sport playing with girls." So little curiosity did he have in the matter, that he did not follow on the track of the fugitive, nor even go to the window to look out; but, walking up to the sideboard, he opened it to take the water-pitcher and get a drink.
As he did so, he started.

There stood the basket of fruit which Saveria had filled so carefully with fruit for his uncle the canon.