Nan. But I heard it! Blest if I didn't hear it! Such a thin voice!
Mítritch. Heard indeed! Much you heard! Well, if you know,—why then it was just such a little girl as you that the bogey popped into his bag and made off with.
Nan. What bogey?
Mítritch. Why, just his very self! (Climbs up on to the oven.) The oven is beautifully warm to-night. Quite a treat! Oh Lord! Gracious Nicholas!
Nan. Daddy! are you going to sleep?
Mítritch. What else? Do you think I'm going to sing songs?
[Silence.
Nan. Daddy! Daddy, I say! They are digging! they're digging—don't you hear? Blest if they're not, they're digging!
Mítritch. What are you dreaming about? Digging! Digging in the night! Who's digging? The cow's rubbing herself, that's all. Digging indeed! Go to sleep I tell you, else I'll just put out the light!
Nan. Daddy darling, don't put it out! I won't ... truly, truly, I won't. It's so frightful!