Mud covered walls and a thatched roof cover the earthen, well-swept floor, packed hard from many generations of feet packing it hard. A fire burns brightly in the dim interior and a wood covered window is thrown wide to let the smoke escape. A few modest woven chairs and a fur skin rug are around the hearth, and a beaten copper pot hangs over the fire, simmering. The smell of mutton stew fills the room.
Modest living area, Inside Cottage
mother
son
I am the son of a poor farmer.  I help my father work the fields.  I am unable to go to school because I have to help my family.
hello, who might this he? Good evening, son. Who might this be? Ha! I am a mum of many little ones enjoying myself in my cottage. Who are you, little one? I am the son of an honest farmer. I wish I could go to school one day. All this farm work is difficult. Oh, I see. Our modest living can't always afford an education, son. Some of us have to work. How about some mutton stew? That'll make you feel better. aw, thank you very much. I am extremely hungry, and I'm sure that will fill my belly. Oh, you are welcome. Anything to have you not worry! My daughter here wants to go to school too. She does love her stories. What is your daughter's name? Her name is Anne. Why don't you take that fur rug to her? She looks quite cold. Definitely, it is certainly chilly these days. Fortunately, we have a strong thatched roof and mud to keep the walls of this cottage insulated. Otherwise, the winter chill would take us in the night. Let us move towards the fire, it will be warmer over there. Yes, let me sweep the ash away in front of the fire first. Take one of the chairs and have a seat, son.