“I’d like some, too.”
“What’s Aunty Akoulína shouting about? Hear? … Hullo, Aunty Akoulína!”
“Ólga dear … eh!”
“What?”
“Have you got my boy there?”
“No!”
The bushes rustled, and Akoulína appeared on the opposite side of a hollow, with her skirt tucked up to her knees and a basket on her arm.
“Haven’t you seen my boy?”
“No.”
“Here’s a nice business! … Míshka!”
“Míshka! …”
No one answered.
“What a bother! He’ll get lost! … He’ll wander off into the big forest.”
Ólga jumped up and went with Groúsha to look for him one way, and Akoulína another, unceasingly calling with their ringing voices; but no one answered.
“I’m tired!” Groúsha kept saying, as she lagged behind Ólga, who did not stop shouting, going now to the left, now to the right, and looking from side to side.
Akoulína’s tones of despair could be heard far off in the direction of the big forest. Ólga was about to give up the search, when, in one of the