"Do you think it's my wedding-dress?"
"I expect so."
"Then it can go on the bed."
"No, it had better be hung in the wardrobe."
The servants opened the packing-case and produced cardboard boxes. A third maid entered:
"A bill from Van der Laan's, mevrouw."
"Marianne, here's my key-basket; just pay it, will you? It's sixty-six guilders."
The two Leiden boys came upstairs:
"Jolly beastly, I call it," said Frans. "You never find any one in the drawing-room, when you come home. Either it's a party, or else everything's upside down."
"Bless my soul, girls," said Henri, "look at the state your room's in!"