It will be splendid to go through the Carpathians--beautiful scenery, I believe." Molozov was absent in the town of B---- collecting some wagons that had arrived from Petrograd.

"He'll be back to-night, I believe," said Sister K----.

"Dear me, what a pleasant afternoon!" It was then that I saw the face of the boy Goga.

I had turned, smiling, pleased with the sunshine, cherry jam, and a good Russian cigarette straight from Petrograd.

The boy Goga stared across the yard at me, his round red cheeks pale, mouth open, and his eyes confused and unbelieving.
He seemed then to jump across the intervening space.