"Halt, halt!"—she moaned again, panting and waving her arms.
Akím shuddered: it was his wife.
He seized the reins.
"And why should we halt?"—muttered Efrém;—"why should we halt for a female? Get u-uup!"
But Akím jerked the horse abruptly on its haunches.
At that moment Avdótya reached the road, and fairly tumbled headlong, face downward, in the dust.
"Dear little father, Akím Semyónitch,"—she shrieked;—"he has actually turned me out of doors!"
Akím gazed at her, and did not move, but merely drew the reins still more taut.
"Hurrah!"—cried Efrém again.