It will take two months to embroider the gown.

That means that you are to be married in August, of course." "Do you think so ?" asked Marietta indifferently.
"I know it." And Nella gave a discontented little snort, for she did not like to have her conclusions questioned.

"Am I half-witted?
Am I in my dotage?
Am I an imbecile?
The gown is ordered, and that is the truth.

Do you think the master has ordered a wedding gown embroidered with gold and pearls for himself ?" Marietta tossed her hair back and shook it down her shoulders, laughing gaily at the idea.
"Ah!" cried Nella indignantly.

"Now you are mocking me! You are making a laughing-stock of your poor Nella! It is too bad! But you will be sorry that you laughed at me, when I am not here to bring you melons and cherries and tell you the news in the morning! You will say: 'Poor Nella! She was not such an ignorant person after all!' That is what you will say.