"It's splendid air here, at Duinoord.... And the house is extraordinarily convenient...."
But her boasting voice choked as she completed her sentence more humbly:
"For the four of us."
"And where is Marietje?" asked Constance.
"Upstairs. She likes being upstairs, in her own little room...."
"How is she to-day?"
"Just the same."
"May I see her?"
Adolphine rose with some hesitation. But she took Constance upstairs and opened a door:
"Marietje, here's Aunt Constance."