Here, here!" and she led him into the conservatory to the place among the tubs where she had been hiding.
Boris followed her, smiling.
"What is the something ?" asked he.
She grew confused, glanced round, and, seeing the doll she had thrown down on one of the tubs, picked it up.
"Kiss the doll," said she.
Boris looked attentively and kindly at her eager face, but did not reply.
"Don't you want to?
Well, then, come here," said she, and went further in among the plants and threw down the doll.

"Closer, closer!" she whispered.
She caught the young officer by his cuffs, and a look of solemnity and fear appeared on her flushed face.
"And me?
Would you like to kiss me ?" she whispered almost inaudibly, glancing up at him from under her brows, smiling, and almost crying from excitement.
Boris blushed.
"How funny you are!" he said, bending down to her and blushing still more, but he waited and did nothing.
Suddenly she jumped up onto a tub to be higher than he, embraced him so that both her slender bare arms clasped him above his neck, and, tossing back her hair, kissed him full on the lips.
Then she slipped down among the flowerpots on the other side of the tubs and stood, hanging her head.
"Natasha," he said, "you know that I love you, but..." "You are in love with me ?" Natasha broke in.
"Yes, I am, but please don't let us do like that....

In another four years...

then I will ask for your hand." Natasha considered.
"Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen," she counted on her slender little fingers.

"All right! Then it's settled ?" A smile of joy and satisfaction lit up her eager face.
"Settled!" replied Boris.
"Forever ?" said the little girl.