PRINCESS.
You embarrass me, my father. What new things one sees while traveling, though. Do tell me, pray, good peasant, why do you cut down the straw like that?
KUNZ (laughing).
Why, this is the harvest, Mam'selle Queen—the corn.
KING.
Corn? What do you use that for, pray?
KUNZ (laughing).
Bread is baked from that.
KING.
Pray, daughter, for heaven's sake, bread is baked of it! Who would ever think of such tricks! Nature is something marvelous, after all. Here, good friend, get a drink, it is warm today. (He steps in again with the PRINCESS; the carriage drives away.)