She loosened Trina's arms and started down the stairs. Trina leaned over the banisters, straining her eyes after her mother.
“What is ut, Trina?”
“Oh, good-by, good-by.”
“Gome, gome, we miss der drain.”
“Mamma, oh, mamma!”
“What is ut, Trina?”
“Good-by.”
“Goot-py, leetle daughter.”
“Good-by, good-by, good-by.”
The street door closed. The silence was profound.