"Marie's daughter?"
"Yes, Gertrude, Gertru-u-ude!"
Constance smiled:
"Never mind, Mamma," she whispered.
And Mamma said good-bye:
"Well, good-bye, Dorine and Christine."
"What d'you say?"
"Good-bye, Dorine and Christine; we must go."
"They've got to go!" yelled Auntie Tine in Auntie Rine's ear.
"Oh, have they got to go? Where are they going?"