"It's Henri's house."
"Yes, that's what I mean."
Constance stood up to go:
"Then will Marietje come down with me to-morrow?"
"Yes, we'll pack her trunk."
Marietje rose suddenly, threw her arm round Constance and sobbed excitedly:
"Auntie ... Auntie ... I do think it so...."
"So what, dear?"
The rapture died out of her voice; and she concluded:
"I think it so kind ... of Uncle ... of Uncle and you ... to have me ... to live with you, to live with you...."