NAN (whispers). Daddy! I say, daddy! Are you asleep? MITRITCH. Now then, what d'you want? NAN. What's the bogey like? MITRITCH. Why, like this! When he finds such a one as you, who won't sleep, he comes with a sack and pops the girl into it, then in he gets himself, head and all, lifts her dress, and gives her a fine whipping! NAN. What with? MITRITCH. He takes a birch-broom with him. NAN. But he can't see there--inside the sack! MITRITCH. He'll see, no fear! NAN. But I'll bite him. MITRITCH. No, friend, him you can't bite! NAN. Daddy, there's some one coming! Who is it? Oh gracious goodness! Who can it be? MITRITCH. Well, if some one's coming, let them come! What's the matter with you? I suppose it's your mother! [Enter ANISYA. ANISYA (NAN pretends to be asleep). Mitritch! MITRITCH. What? ANISYA. What's the lamp burning for? We are going to sleep in the summer-hut. MITRITCH. Why, you see I've only just got straight. I'll put the light out all right. ANISYA (rummages in her box and grumbles). When a thing's wanted one never can find it! MITRITCH. Why, what is it you are looking for? ANISYA. I'm looking for a cross. Suppose it were to die unbaptized! It would be a sin, you know! MITRITCH. Of course it would! Everything in due order.... Have you found it? ANISYA. Yes, I've found it. [Exit. MITRITCH. That's right, else I'd have lent her mine. Oh Lord! NAN (jumps up trembling). Oh, oh, daddy! Don't go to sleep; for goodness' sake, don't! It's so frightful! MITRITCH. What's frightful? NAN. It will die--the little baby will! At Aunt Irene's the old woman also baptized the baby, and it died! MITRITCH. If it dies, they'll bury it! NAN. But maybe it wouldn't have died, only old Granny Matryona's there! Didn't I hear what granny was saying? I heard her! Blest if I didn't! MITRITCH. What did you hear? Go to sleep, I tell you. Cover yourself up, head and all, and let's have an end of it! NAN. If it lived, I'd nurse it! MITRITCH (roars). Oh Lord! NAN. Where will they put it? MITRITCH. In the right place! It's no business of yours! Go to sleep I tell you, else mother will come; she'll give it you! [Silence. NAN. Daddy! Eh, daddy! That girl, you know, you were telling about --they didn't kill her? MITRITCH. That girl? Oh yes. That girl turned out all right! NAN. How was it? You were saying you found her? MITRITCH. Well, we just found her! NAN. But where did you find her? Do tell!