"Paula, then."
"Well?"
"I wish I had a sister like you."
"You have a sister."
"But she is so much older than I, and never cared much for me; and now she of course will have nothing more to do with me."
"Where did you say that she lives?"
"On the Polish frontier. She has been married, these ten years, to an officer in the customs. She has a number of children."
"Then she has enough to do with them; you must not be angry with her."
"I am not angry with her; I hardly know her; I believe I should pass her by if I met her on the street."
"That is not well; brothers and sisters should hold together. If I thought that ten or twenty years hence I should meet Benno or Kurt or my little Oscar on the street and they would not know me, I should be very unhappy."