Asta.
Yes, indeed, I think it was, as I look back upon it all. You were ashamed of having no brother—only a sister.
Allmers.
No, no, it was you, dear—you were ashamed.
Asta.
Oh yes, I too, perhaps—a little. And somehow or other I was sorry for you——
Allmers.
Yes, I believe you were. And then you hunted up some of my old boy’s clothes——
Asta.
Your fine Sunday clothes—yes. Do you remember the blue blouse and knickerbockers?