Do you remember him?"
"I should think I do!" exclaimed the mother. "Yegor Ivanovich told
me yesterday that he had been released, but I knew nothing about
you. Nobody told me that you were there."
"What's the good of telling? I should like to change my dress
before Yegor Ivanovich comes!" said the girl, looking around.
"You are all wet."
"I've brought the booklets."
"Give them here, give them to me!" cried the mother impatiently.
"Directly," replied the girl. She untied her skirt and shook it,
and like leaves from a tree, down fluttered a lot of thin paper
parcels on the floor around her. The mother picked them up,
laughing, and said:
"I was wondering what made you so stout. Oh, what a heap of them
you have brought! Did you come on foot?"
"Yes," said Sashenka. She was again her graceful, slender self.
The mother noticed that her cheeks were shrunken, and that dark
rings were under her unnaturally large eyes.
"You are just out of prison. You ought to rest, and there you are
carrying a load like that for seven versts!" said the mother,
sighing and shaking her head.
"It's got to be done!" said the girl. "Tell me, how is Pavel?
Did he stand it all right? He wasn't very much worried, was he?"
Sashenka asked the question without looking at the mother.
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