"Old houses have queer draughts sometimes, for all that."
"The furniture's old too."
"Listen, it's trailing!"
"That's the wind."
"There's the same trailing sound in the wind sometimes, blowing round the house. I'm getting used to it," said Marietje.
"Yes," said Adèletje, "one gets used, one gets used to everything.... I shall always remain in this house, with Uncle and Aunt. I love them."
"They never talk about it."
"That's by far the best way."
"Mathilde, how frightened she is!"
"Listen, listen! It's going upstairs!"