ANÍSYA. Nan! [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!
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!