“How dare you? if Papa knew of it he would drive you there,” retorted Venik angrily.
“I am come to feed the sheep with you, and you want to drive me away,” pleaded Krista.
On this Venik stood up, took her by the hand, and said imperiously, “Go at once, or I will drive you hence. Hie away to school!”
“I wont go, and you know it,” retorted Krista.
And when she would’nt stir an inch, Venik took her round the waist and dragged her as far as his strength sufficed. Krista staggered back, sank to the ground, burst into tears, and cried plaintively, “Ah! I am only a poor orphan girl.”
These words touched Venik. He forgot all at once that he had to send her to school, and only saw that Krista was in plaintive mood, and that he was the cause of it. He stood as if fixed to the ground, and did not know in which direction to move, whether towards Krista or towards the tree; then he went to the tree and sat himself there. He wished to play but it would’nt come. No mass, no song even occurred to him. Then he looked round at Krista and could have cried with her, could have gone to her, could have soothed her, could have asked her pardon and have excused her school, but he did not know how he could do that.
He felt even worse when Krista ceased to cry, when she raised her head and in silent sort reiterated what she had said before in words. When having
