They all laughed.
“What are we to do?” Gavrila rejoined from above.
“Why, there’s a hole there in the door,” answered Stepan, “so you shake the stick in there.”
Gavrila bent down.
“He’s stuffed it up with a coat or something.”
“Well, you just push the coat in.”
At this moment a smothered bark was heard again.
“See, see—she speaks for herself,” was remarked in the crowd, and again they laughed.
Gavrila scratched his ear.
“No, mate,” he responded at last, “you can poke the coat in yourself, if you like.”