When half the children had been dressed, some peasant women in holiday dress, out picking herbs, came up to the bathing-shed and stopped shyly. Marya Philimonovna called one of them and handed her a sheet and a shirt that had dropped into the water for her to dry them, and Darya Alexandrovna began to talk to the women. At first they laughed behind their hands and did not understand her questions, but soon they grew bolder and began to talk, winning Darya Alexandrovna’s heart at once by the genuine admiration of the children that they showed.
"My, what a beauty! as white as sugar," said one, admiring Tanitchka, and shaking her head; "but thin..."
"Yes, she has been ill."
"And so they’ve been bathing you too," said another to the baby.
"No; he’s only three months old," answered Darya Ale
