"How are you, Dorine?"
"What do you say?"
"Marie asks how you are, Rine. She is so deaf, Marie."
"Oh, I'm all right.... Who's that?"
And Aunt Dorine pointed to Constance, always failing to recognize her, with the stubbornness of second childhood.
"That's Constance," said Mrs. Van Lowe.
"That's Gertrude!" Auntie Tine would say next. "Isn't it, Marie? That's Gertrude!"
"No, Christine, Gertrude died as a child at Buitenzorg."
But Auntie Tine was yelling in Auntie Rine's ear:
"That's Marie's daughter!"