The carriage jolted to a halt at Staré Bělidlo. Grandmother, knocked around by the ride, wobbles out to hug Tereza.
Mr. Prošek tries to speak Czech.
The grandchildren assault grandmother’s coat pockets: a marzipan doll and gingerbread horses. The lambkins munch, chomp at their treats. Once while grandmother was pitting little Adéla to sleep at the piano and faithful May kittens were clawing at one of the large dogs in the courtyard, the grandchildren pried open her decorated wood chest with a crucifix.