"No, Mamma," he answered, smiling gently.
"And don't you see ... don't you see any ... of those strange things?"
"No, Mamma."
"That's good."
She said it with grateful, shining eyes, the flood of light making everything very clear.
"I have been very strange, I believe," Ernst admitted, softly and shyly.
"That's all cured now, Ernst," said Constance.
"But Aunt Lot?" asked Mamma. "What's become of her ... and the girls?"
"They've gone to Java, Mamma."
"To Java?..."