Natasha had put on one spurred boot and was just getting her foot into the other.

Sonya, when he came in, was twirling round and was about to expand her dresses into a balloon and sit down.

They were dressed alike, in new pale-blue frocks, and were both fresh, rosy, and bright.

Sonya ran away, but Natasha, taking her brother's arm, led him into the sitting room, where they began talking.

They hardly gave one another time to ask questions and give replies concerning a thousand little matters which could not interest anyone but themselves.