“What is it, then?”
“Your umbrella, here.”
“Silly boy! Mamma is waiting in the carriage, and you delay me with stupidities! Well, good-bye, Tilly! good-bye, dearies! yes, Otto, I am coming.… Good-bye, Tilly, thanks for your assistance. Good-bye, Martha!”
“Much pleasure, miss.”
“Much pleasure, Freddie.”
Freddie went, followed by Otto and Etienne. Ernestine sprang out of the bed, followed by Johan and Lientje.
“Here, children, come here!” cried Mathilde.
She threw some wraps about them, shawls, blankets, whatever she could find. [[61]]
“And where is Miss Frantzen, that you have all come in here like this?” she asked, dissatisfied.
“In her own room, with Nico, ma; Nico is asleep,” said Tine. “Come, ma, don’t be angry,” and she raised her little arms fondly up to her mother.