"Why do you say that in such a funny way, Sissy?"
"Did I?"
"One would think that you did not approve of your son's taking after his father!"
Constance was grateful: Gerrit was so easy, so natural; and she laughed:
"What nonsense!"
"Do you think I can't hear? 'Is he like his father?' 'Ye-e-es!' ..."
Of a sudden, she became very sincere, with Gerrit:
"Did I speak like that? Yes, it's silly of me, but I am a little jealous of Van der Welcke, where Addie is concerned. Silly of me, isn't it?"
Bertha looked severe, blinked her eyes. Uncle gathered in trick after trick:
"Game and rubber to us. We'll carry on the stakes, shall we?"