Sometimes she stole a glance around, like a school-girl who avoids her teacher's eye.
They separated at the Valsets' cottage; Silla went in after the evening's milk.
She came out again with the can, and took the path over the meadow.

She went quickly, smiling to herself, and an almost frightened expression came into her face when Nikolai rose out of the bush by the ditch.
"Do you start when you see me, Silla ?" "How fierce you look!" she answered jestingly.
"You did say you'd be my wife, didn't you, Silla ?" "What makes you say that now, Nikolai?
It's such a long time to then." "I may need to hear it once more.

When you aren't more sure than I am, you like to feel twice whether the strap you are holding on to is firmly fastened, or if it will give way.

You have got so much into your head since you came up here to the factory." "Take care! Just you take care, Nikolai.

You have become so dreadfully afraid for me lately," she said, laughing saucily; "but I've become a little grown-up too.