Nan. But I'll bite him.
Mítritch. No, friend, him you can't bite!
Nan. Daddy, there's some one coming! Who is it? Oh gracious goodness! Who can it be?
Mítritch. Well, if some one's coming, let them come! What's the matter with you? I suppose it's your mother!
[Enter ANÍSYA.
Anísya (NAN pretends to be asleep). Mítritch!
Mítritch. What?
Anísya. What's the lamp burning for? We are going to sleep in the summer-hut.
Mítritch. Why, you see I've only just got straight. I'll put the light out all right.
Anísya (rummages in her box and grumbles). When a thing's wanted one never can find it!