I meet him every single day, you must know." Nikolai made a movement as if he were bringing down a hammer on the hillside.

"Indeed!" "Last Saturday in the office, when he had reckoned a _krone_ too much in the pass-book, he said I could keep it and spend it on cakes." "Ha! ha! Did he say that?
Wonderful, how kind he is!" Nikolai said this with something that was meant for laughter.

"The cook is very kind, too, when she feeds the goose so as to get hold of it!" He stood with one arm round the gate-post, looking at her; she had grown so pretty and elegant, and almost taller since he had seen her last.

"A young girl who doesn't even know that she is pretty." Silla pouted; her whole expression was one of supercilious disavowal.
"If they offer her a cake, or a handkerchief, or a little fun, she stretches out her neck and runs up.

I should think you might understand that, Silla, from all you see round you! How many of them, I should like to know, will ever come to be the wife of an honest working-man?
They manage to dance a few times, and then it's all over.