" "How I should like to know other people just as I know myself!" said Anna, seriously and dreamily.

" Am I worse than other people, or better? I think I'm worse.

" "_Enfant terrible, enfant terrible!_" repeated Betsy.

" But here they are.

" They heard the sound of steps and a man's voice, then a woman's voice and laughter, and immediately thereafter there walked in the expected guests: Sappho Shtoltz, and a young man beaming with excess of health, the so-called Vaska.