These two entered the house and gazed through the window. Danilka arrived, approached some small boys who were playing at knuckle-bones, stopped, and looked about him. The mother-in-law dispatched her eldest daughter to him. She drew near, saying:
“Good day, Danilka Ivanitch.”
“Good-day.”
“Come into the house. The feast lacketh but thee.”
“Is my wife within?”
“Yea.”
“And hath the blood ceased to flow?”
But the young girl spat and ran away from him.
Then the mother-in-law dispatched her daughter-in-law, who would appease him.
“Come, come, little Danilka. The blood hath ceased to flow this long time.”