"That's just it. I think it unnatural."
"Listen to it blowing!" said Adèletje.
"And raining!" said Marietje—Mary.
"That's what Uncle and Gerdy and Guy are driving through," said Adèletje.
"The poor horses!" said Marietje—Mary.
The others laughed.
"Yes, the horses will get wet, poor things!" said Marietje—Mary.
"Dirk'll look after them," said Constance. "The horses are taken out so seldom."
"But when they are ... they are taken out in the rain!" said Mary, reproachfully.
Paul was there, playing softly on the piano. Ernst was there; and it was very strange to see the friends which he had silently made with Klaasje. Together they looked in her picture-books: the unnaturally old queer man and the unnaturally young child.