Nurse Fedosya, sitting in the kitchen that evening, was telling the silent housemaid Darya and the talkative old cook Agathya about the young lady of the house, and how the child loved to play priatki with her mother—“She hides her little face, and cries ‘tiutiu’!”  
“And the mistress herself is like a little one,” added Fedosya, smiling.
 
Agathya listened and shook her head ominously; while her face became grave and reproachful.
 
“That the mistress does it, well, that’s one thing; but that the young lady does it, that’s bad.”
 
“Why?” asked Fedosya with curiosity.
 
This expression of curiosity gave her face the look of a wooden, roughly-pai............