Two childish voices (Stepan Arkadyevitch recognized the voices of Grisha, his youngest boy, and Tanya, his eldest girl) were heard outside the door.

They were carrying something, and dropped it.

"I told you not to sit passengers on the roof," said the little girl in English; "there, pick them up!" "Everything's in confusion," thought Stepan Arkadyevitch; "there are the children running about by themselves.

" And going to the door, he called them.