KERSTI. And cold, too....
MATS. It's the water....
KERSTI. Shall we have new furniture?
MATS. There will be nothing new. Everything is handed down from one generation to another.
KERSTI. But we can sweep, can't we?
MATS. No, we can't! The dust in a mill is like the coating in a pipe. Mustn't be touched!
KERSTI. Is that the wheel?
MATS. That's the wheel.
He pulls the lever, whereupon the rushing of the water through the race is heard, and the wheel begins to turn.
KERSTI. Ugh! Have we to listen to that noise?