"Well," asked the smith, "can't you see the sign?"
"There it is," said the boy, indicating the place with a nod of his head.
"Let's cross ourselves and go."
They descended to the door at the bottom of five stone steps. The blacksmith raised his cap from his head, and looked cautiously into the shop.
"Come in," said a clear voice.
The master, wearing a black silk cap without a visor, was sitting at a table by the window drinking tea.
"Take a chair, peasant, and have some tea. Boy, fetch a glass from the shelf."
The master pointed to the other end of the shop. Yevsey looked in the same direction, but saw no boy there. The master turned toward him.
"Well, what's the matter? Aren't you the boy?"
"He's not used to it yet," said Uncle Piotr quietly.