"Do you believe all that your mother says?" asked Ernestine, shaking her head.
"Certainly; of course. Mamma always tells the truth."
"How do you know that?"
Angelika stared at Ernestine. "How? Why, because I do."
"Yes, but who told you so?"
"No one; I know it myself."
Ernestine looked down and said nothing.
"I know it myself," she repeated thoughtfully, not comprehending why the words struck her so oddly. "But suppose she should tell you what you could not believe?"
"Oh, a child must always believe what her mother says."
"How if she cannot do it?"