ne of them was crippled in her left leg and walked with a limp.

The woman stepped into the porch and entered the passage. Feeling about
for the entrance she found the latch, which she lifted, and opened the
door. She let the two girls go in first, and followed them into the hut.

"Good day, good folk!"

"Pray come in," said Simon. "What can we do for you?"

The woman sat down by the table. The two little girls pressed close to
her knees, afraid of the people in the hut.

"I want leather shoes made for these two little girls for spring."

"We can do that. We never have made such small shoes, but we can make
them; either welted or turnover shoes, linen lined. My man, Michael, is
a master at the work."

Simon glanced at Michael and saw that he had left his work and was
sitting with his eyes fixed on the little girls. Simon was surprised.
It was true the girls were pretty, with black eyes, plump, and
rosy-cheeked, and they wore nice kerchiefs and fur coats, but still
Simon could not understand why Michael should look at them like
that--just as if he had known them before. He was puzzled, but went on
talking with the woman, and arranging the price. Having fixed it, he
prepared the measure. The woman lifted the lame girl on to her lap and
said: "Take two measures from this little girl. Make one shoe for the
lame foot and three for the sound one. They both have the same size
feet. They are twins."

Simon took the measure and, speaking of the lame girl, said: "How did it
happen to her? She is such a pretty girl. Was she born so?"

"No, her mother crushed her leg."

Then Matryona joined in. She wondered who this woman was, and whose the
children were, so she said: "Are not you their mother then?"

"No, my good woman; I am neither their mother nor any relation to them.
They were quite strangers to me, but I adopted them."

"They are not your children and yet you are so fond of them?"

"How can I help being fond of them? I fed them both at my own breasts.
I had a child of my own, but God took him. I was not so fond of him as I
now am of them."

"Then whose children are they?"

IX

The woman, having begun talking, told them the whole story.

"It is about six years since their parents died, both in one week: their
father was buried on the Tuesday, and their mother died on the Friday.
These orphans were born three days after their father's death, and their
mother did not live another day. My husband and I w