“Yes.”
“Is it jolly there?”
“Very.”
“Mountains?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll go and get your bundle.”
Here Varvara joined them.
“The maid shall bring your bed-linen directly. Have you a portmanteau?”
“No; a bundle—your brother has just gone to the hall for it.”
“There’s nothing there except this,” said Colia, returning at this moment. “Where did you put it?”