"Good-morning, Mamma...."
The old woman looked at her vacantly:
"It's windy," she said. "The garden is full of big branches...."
"Mamma," said Constance, "here's Adolphine come to see you."
The old woman did not recognize her daughter. She looked at Adolphine vacantly and indifferently. Then she said:
"It's not right for Gertrude to run about in the garden when it's so windy.... There are big branches falling from the trees."
"No, Mamma, I'll go and fetch her in."
"Gertrude?" asked Adolphine.
"She means our poor Klaasje," whispered Constance.
"But doesn't Mamma know me?"