Nan. But maybe it wouldn't have died, only old Granny Matryóna's there! Didn't I hear what granny was saying? I heard her! Blest if I didn't!
Mítritch. What did you hear? Go to sleep, I tell you. Cover yourself up, head and all, and let's have an end of it!
Nan. If it lived, I'd nurse it!
Mítritch (roars). Oh Lord!
Nan. Where will they put it?
Mítritch. In the right place! It's no business of yours! Go to sleep I tell you, else mother will come; she'll give it you!
[Silence.
Nan. Daddy! Eh, daddy! That girl, you know, you were telling about-they didn't kill her?
Mítritch. That girl? Oh yes. That girl turned out all right!
Nan. How was it? You were saying you found her?