Of his mother Seryozha did not think all the evening, but when he had gone to bed, he suddenly remembered her, and prayed in his own words that his mother tomorrow for his birthday might leave off hiding herself and come to him.

"Vassily Lukitch, do you know what I prayed for tonight extra besides the regular things?" "That you might learn your lessons better?" "No.

" "Toys?" "No.

You'll never guess.

A splendid thing; but it's a secret! When it comes to pass I'll tell you.