Master Abraham gave the key to Matyi, making him promise not to drop any of the hay about, because it was dear; and, after watching till he had returned, he re-entered, and resumed his seat without speaking.
In a few minutes, Matyi came in again: "Where shall I find a tavern sir?"
"A tavern! what do you want a tavern for?"
"Not for the horses, sir, but for myself. I want to get a glass of wine."
"Well, I will give you one just now," said Uncle Abris, and taking the key of the cellar, he went out, desiring Matyi to wait at the entrance.
Boriska stormed and dashed about, scolding and holding forth to herself.
Scarcely had the old gentleman re-entered and silence resumed her reign, than Matyi appeared a third time: "Boriska wants to know, sir, what she shall cook for supper?"
"Supper! are you used to sup?" asked Uncle Abris, turning to his guests.
"That we are," replied Karely quickly, before his gentle mother had time to say the contrary.
Master Abris sighed deeply, rose and went into the kitchen, whence he was heard talking in a low voice to Boriska, who, on the contrary, spoke as loud as possible, so as to be heard in the next room.