"Nowhere, Uncle. I don't know. I'm going to wash my hands. I upset the milk.... There's no tea left, Uncle."
"That's all right, kiddie, I don't want any tea.... Shall we be having dinner soon?"
"It's not six yet."
"Anything from Addie?"
"No, Uncle."
"Has ... has Mathilde come down?"
"Yes, Uncle."
"I see. Well, I think I'll go upstairs again for a bit."
"Oh, don't, Uncle!"
"I may as well."