however, picked her up, and handed her over to Stepan. Stepan carried her into the drawingroom, and put her down on the parquette floor. The old lady began calling the dog to her in a coaxing voice. Mumu, who had never in her life been in such magnificent apartments, was very much frightened, and made a rush for the door, but, being driven back by the obsequious Stepan, she began trembling, and huddled close up against the wall.
"Mumu, Mumu, come to me, come to your mistress," said the lady; "come, silly thing . . . don't be afraid."
"Come, Mumu, come to the mistress," repeated the companions. "Come along!"
But Mumu looked round her uneasily, and did not stir.
"Bring her something to eat," said the old lady. "How stupid she is! she won't come to her mistress. What's she afraid of?"
"She's not used to your honor yet," ventured one of the companions in a timid and conciliatory voice. Stepan brought in a saucer of milk, and set it down before Mumu, but Mumu would not even sniff at the milk, and still shivered, and looked round as before.
"Ah, what a silly you are!" said the lady, and going up to her, she stooped down, and was about to stroke her, but Mumu turned her head
