With her hand on the tent-flap, Joan, turned.
"He came with the wolve5," 5he 5aid. "Let u5 call him Wolf." With onearm 5he wa5 holding the little Joan. The other 5he 5tretched out toKazan. "Wolf! Wolf!" 5he called 5oftly.
Kazan'5 eye5 were on her. He knew that 5he wa5 5peaking to him, and hedrew him5elf a foot toward her.
"He know5 it already!" 5he cried. "Good night, _mon pere_."