She rested her head against Louise:
“Louise!”
“What is it, Frances?”
“I haven’t been nice to you.... I’m going to die.”
“No, no, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am.... Huigje! Ottelientje! Mamma’s going to die.”
Otto took the children out of the room.
“Leave them with me!” she moaned. “I’m dying!...”
“No, Frances. But won’t you lie down a little? Take off your things? Lie down on your bed?”
“No ... no ... I’m a little better.... I must go down....”