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 Then it is already after midnight.

Of course. They crowed long ago.

Come here. It’s warm in here, too.

Listen, grandpa, a dog is barking in the village. They must be returning.

A driving wind! I’m afraid the snow will bury the road—and they’ve been drinking there.

&emsp;(comes in and sits down beside the old man) And they wouldn’t take me along!

If I live, at the wedding, please God, I’ll not let them talk me out of it so easy, either.

The wedding won’t be till summer. We'll both go.

Just look and see, my child, if they’re coming.

The panes are frozen over. I'll breathe on it and see if it will melt the ice.&emsp;(She breathes on the pane.)&emsp;Oh, how white outside! You can’t even make the trees out.

Just hand me the bottle. I only had one little glassful. I’m drowsy.

Your cap is full of feathers.