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 The lightning struck near our wagon. The horse reared up on his haunches.

Where are the men-folks?

Come out, my child, guests have come.

(Fraidele comes out. She has put on her shoes.)

Ran to put on her shoes, ha-ha.

&ensp;(to Fraidele) Where is your papa?

He drove to the city.

Maybe it was the man with the little lean horse, who carried wood…

Yes, that’s my papa.

And this is the grandmother, I suppose?

(The old woman laughs.)

What are you laughing at, bobbe’she?

Of course, a grandmother, how else?

I’ve seen you somewhere, I think.