Hannele did not lift her head from her work. She sat in a low chair under a reading-lamp, a basket of coloured silk pieces beside her, and in her hands a doll, or mannikin, which she was dressing. She was doing something to the knee of the mannikin, so that the poor little gentleman flourished head downwards with arms wildly tossed out. And it was not at all seemly, because the doll was a Scotch soldier in tight-fitting tartan trews.There was a tap at the door, and the same voice, a woman’s, calling:‘Hannele?’‘Ja–a!’‘Are you here? Are you alone?’ asked the voice in German.‘Yes–come in.’Hannele did not sound very encouraging. She turned round her doll as the door opened, and straightened his coat. A dark-eyed young woman peeped in through the door, with a roguish coyness. She was dressed fashionably for the street, in a thick cape-wrap, and a little black hat pulled down to her ears.
I'Hannele!' 'Ja—a.' 'Wo bist du?' 'Hier.' 'Wo dann?' Hannele did not lift her head from her work. She sat in a low chair under a reading–lamp, a basket of coloured silk pieces beside her, and in her hands a doll, or mannikin, which she was dressing. She was doing something to the knee of the mannikin, so that the poor little gentleman flourished head downwards with arms wildly tossed out. And it was not at all seemly, because the doll was a Scotch soldier in tight–fitting tartan trews. There was a tap at the door, and the same voice, a woman's, calling: 'Hannele?' 'Ja—a!' 'Are you here? Are you alone?' asked the voice in German. 'Yes—come in.' Hannele did not sound very encouraging. She turned round her doll as the door opened, and straightened his coat. A dark–eyed young woman
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