"No, not Bertha, Gertrude: Ger-tru-ude!" yelled Auntie Tine.
"Oh, Gertrude?" said Auntie Rine, nodding her head.
"Oh dear!" said Mrs. van Lowe, upset by the thought of the little daughter who had died at Buitenzorg.
"Never mind, Mamma," said Constance. "They'll never remember who I am."
"They're so obstinate!"
"But they're so old."
"It makes me so sad to hear them always taking you for Gertrude. Poor Gertrude!"
"Come, Mamma, you mustn't mind."
"No, child. But, oh, why did you go to Bertha's on Tuesday?"
"What harm did I do, Mamma?"