“But, njaa, tell me, do you know where she has gone to?” cried Dalima, wringing her hands.
“No, I tell you—how should I, baboe?”
“But you know at least in which direction she went?” asked the girl, still sticking to her point.
“Of course,” replied Mrs. Steenvlak, “I know that.”
“Oh, then, tell me,” cried the sobbing girl, with a ray of hope in her swollen eyes.
“I may not, I cannot tell you, baboe.”
“But why not, njaa?”
“Because, before Anna left me she made me promise her—”
“What, njaa?”
“That I would let no one know—no one, do you understand me, Dalima?”