'What a strong dog!' cried Jendrek.
'Look here,' said Slimak, 'this lady has dragged her lame father a long way in the cart; would you do that, you scamp?'
'Why should I? Haven't they any horses, dad?'
'We have had horses,' murmured the man in the cart, 'but we haven't any now.'
He was pale and thin, with red hair and beard.
'Wouldn't you like to rest and have something to eat after your long journey?' inquired Slimak.
'I don't want anything to eat, but my father would like some milk.'
'Run and get some milk, Jendrek,' cried Slimak.
'Meaning no offence,' said Slimakowa, 'but you Germans can't have a country of your own, or else you wouldn't come here.'
'This is our home,' the girl replied. 'I was born in this country, the other side of the Vistula.'