“What a bundle of vanity you are, Mamma!”
“Don’t you like it? Then give it back at once.”
“Why, no, Mummy: I think it awfully jolly to have a photograph of you....”
“Of my last mad mood. Now your mother is really going to grow old, my boy. Upon my word, I believe Truitje admires my portrait more than my son does!...”
“Oh, ma’am, I think it’s splendid!”
“How many did you have done, Mummy?”
“Six. One for Granny, one for Uncle Gerrit, one for Uncle Paul, one for you, one for myself....”
“And one for Papa.”
“Oh, Papa owns the original!”
“No, give your husband one.”