The interior of the hut as in Act I.
NAN lies on the bench, and is covered with a coat. MÍTRITCH is sitting on the oven smoking.
Mítritch. Dear me! How they've made the place smell I Drat 'em! They've been spilling the fine stuff. Even tobacco don't get rid of the smell! It keeps tickling one's nose so. Oh Lord! But it's bedtime, I guess.
[Approaches the lamp to put it out.
Nan (jumps up, and remains sitting up). Daddy [dear,][7] don't put it out!
Mítritch. Not put it out? Why?
Nan. Didn't you hear them making a row in the yard? (Listens.) D'you hear, there in the barn again now?
Mítritch. What's that to you? I guess no one's asked you to mind! Lie down and sleep! And I'll turn down the light.
[Turns down lamp.
Nan. Daddy darling! Don't put it right out; leave a little bit if only as big as a mouse's eye, else it's so frightening!