"Get up!"
Bashe obeys.
Grandmother has risen to her feet and taken up the stick which she previously had flung away.
"How many candles have you?" she asks.
"Why, eight," is the trembling reply.
"Leave one out!"
Bashe does not move.
"Put one away!" screams grandmother, angrily.
Bashe trembles like a leaf, but does not move.
The old woman has gone to the table herself, undone the packet of candles, taken out one, and tied the rest together again. She pushes them into Bashe's hands: