Mítritch. Why, what is it you are looking for?
Anísya. I'm looking for a cross. Suppose it were to die unbaptized! It would be a sin, you know!
Mítritch. Of course it would! Everything in due order.... Have you found it?
Anísya. Yes, I've found it.
[Exit.
Mítritch. 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!
Mítritch. 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!
Mítritch. If it dies, they'll bury it!