Allmers.
Round my student’s cap—at the time of father’s death.
Asta.
Could I sew then? Fancy, I have forgotten it.
Allmers.
Oh, you were such a little thing then.
Asta.
Yes, I was little then.
Allmers.
And then, two years afterwards—when we lost your mother—then again you sewed a big crape band on my sleeve.