"Who, Rine?"
"That one, the girl standing beside her? She's crying, she's crying too!"
"Beside her?"
"Yes, can't you see? She's crying too!"
"Yes, yes!" screamed Tine, quite lucid now. "I know her; Rine, I know her quite well, quite well."
"Then who is it? Is it Bertha?"
"No, Rine!" Auntie Tine screamed, gradually more and more shrilly, always thinking that she was whispering in her deaf sister's ear. "It's not Bertha. It's not Bertha. But I know her, I know her."
"Then who is she?" Auntie Rine screamed, in her turn.
"I'll tell you who she is. I'll tell you who she is. It's Constance!" yelled Auntie Rine.
"Who?"