Ivolgin whom she had once known, long ago — in society.
“You are deviating from the truth, sir, as usual!” she remarked, boiling over with indignation; “you never carried her in your life!”
“You have forgotten, mother,” said Aglaya, suddenly. “He really did carry me about, — in Tver, you know. I was six years old, I remember. He made me a bow and arrow, and I shot a pigeon. Don’t you remember shooting a pigeon, you and I, one day?”
“Yes, and he made me a cardboard helmet, and a little wooden sword — I remember!” said Adelaida.
“Yes, I remember too!” said Alexandra. “You quarrelled about the