XXIV
UNDERGROUND
A big underground lodging room full of beds.
Freude, the tatterdemalion, has been asleep for some time on her chest, in her corner between the stove and the wall.
To-day she went to bed early, because to-morrow is fair-day in a neighboring town, and she will have to be astir betimes in order to drive there with the grease. But she lies uneasy—there is trouble and worry in store.
She had arranged with the driver to take her, Freude, and the small barrel, and now, just as she was going to sleep, it occurred to her that it would be better to take the big one.
She tosses from side to side on her couch.