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 Come away from the window, my child. You’ll catch a cold yet.

Our ram is so smart—as smart as a man, he is. The other day my father said to me: “Go, Shprintze, and put the ram in the barn and shut the door.” So I took a whip and went after him. When he saw me, he threw his head back and ran away onto the lawn. That’s how smart he is.

Look, grandfather is lying in the snow. Come, let’s lift him out. Come, Tzirele.&emsp;(She grabs Shprintze Tzirel by the hand and they run out.)

&emsp;(sighing) What is old is not young. He took a glass too much, so he can’t stand on his feet.

(The girls come in, leading the old man.)

&emsp;(barely able to stand on his feet—singing) Dim, dim, di—di—diam…

After all, father dear, did you have to go out in such a storm?

Where are the children—my grandchildren?

They’re all in the garden. They’re chasing the horse.

(All lurch into the room, singing noisily, all but Klavne.)