After dinner, she rushed head long after Anna Mikhaylovna and, dashing at her, flung herself on her neck as soon as she overtook her in the sitting room.

"Auntie, darling, do tell me what it is!" "Nothing, my dear.

" "No, dearest, sweet one, honey, I won't give up--I know you know something.

" Anna Mikhaylovna shook her head.

"You are a little slyboots," she said.