Do you think they do? Do you believe they would forget their mother if she went quite away?
Anna.
Gracious me! Quite away?
Nora.
Tell me, Anna—I’ve so often wondered about it—how could you bring yourself to give your child up to strangers?
Anna.
I had to when I came to nurse my little Miss Nora.
Nora.
But how could you make up your mind to it?
Anna.