played his reed, flourished his whip, and answered in a rough, hoarse bass. Three sheep ran into the yard and crowded together at the fence. The noise awoke Varvara, who took her bed in her arms and went towards the house.
“You might at least drive out the sheep!” cried the old woman. “My fine lady!”
“What more? You think I'll work for a pack of Herods like you,” growled Varvara, entering the house.
The axles were soon oiled and the horses harnessed. From the house came Diudya with an abacus, and, sitting on the steps, made up his account against the travellers for lodging, oats, and water.
“You charge high, grandfather, for the oats,” said Matvei Savvitch.
" If they're too dear, don't take them. We won't force you to."
When the travellers were ready to climb into the cart an accident delayed them. Kuzka had lost his cap.
“What have you done with it, swine?” bawled Matvei Savvitch angrily. “Where is it gone to?”
Kuzka's face was contorted with terror. He searched about the cart and, finding no cap there, went to the gates. The old woman and Sophia also searched.
“I'll cut off your ears,” roared Matvei Savvitch. “Accursed pup!”
