Jacob. Own brother. He lives at the farther end of the village.
Second Peasant. Of course, I know; his is the third house.
[Enter TÁNYA, running.
Tánya. Jacob, what are you doing, amusing yourself here? She is calling you!
Jacob. I'm coming; but what's up?
Tánya. Frisk is barking; it's hungry. And she's scolding you. "How cruel he is," she says. "He's no feeling," she says. "It's long past Frisk's dinner-time, and he has not brought her food!"
[Laughs.
Jacob (rises to go). Oh, she's cross? What's going to happen now, I wonder?
Servants' Cook. Here, take the cabbage with you.
Jacob. All right, give it here.