"Yes, Rine."
"Oh, how sad! Is she crying?"
"Yes, she's crying. She's crying, Rine, about Gertrude."
"About whom?"
"About Gertrude. About Ger-tru-ude!" Auntie Rine began to scream. "She's dead, Rine."
"Is she dead?"
"Yes, the poor little thing died at Buitenzorg."
"Oh, how sad! Is Marie still crying, Tine?"
"Yes, she's still crying, Rine."
"But then who's that one, Tine?"