“Ah! I remember where you embroidered that, Tine!”
“Not I—where then?”
“It was at the Hague, when Max was ill, and we were so frightened because the physician said that he had such an uncommonly shaped head, and that so much care was [[390]]required to prevent congestion of the brain … then you were busy with that stripe.”
Tine went and kissed the little one.
“I have found her stomach, I have found her stomach!” cried the little boy gaily; and the red lady was complete.
“Whose bedtime is it?” asked the mother.
“Mine; but I have not yet supped,” said little Max.
“You shall have some supper first of course.”
And she rose up, and gave him his simple supper, which she seemed to have fetched out of a well-secured cupboard in her room; for the noise of many locks had been heard.
“What are you giving him?” asked Havelaar.