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402 Forgive and forget, soedah! But I tell you, people always love to korek about tempo doeloe. It makes me sick when I think what people are!”

“Dorine, have you that article?”

“Do you think I carry it about with me?” said Dorine, irritably.

“Why are you angry with me, Dorine?”

“I’m not angry; but, when you give occasion. . .”

“I? . . . Give occasion? . . . Fifteen years ago? . . .”

“No, on Tuesday last. What an idea of yours, to go to Bertha’s!”

“I intend to do more than that, Dorine. And I can’t help it if I don’t share your awe for Bertha’s days. . . .”

“At which you may meet all sorts of people. . .”

“Dorine, one has so many unpleasant meetings in this world,” said Constance, haughtily. “You, you don’t know the world.”

“Thank goodness for that!”

“Then don’t condemn me. You don’t know why I am acting as I am.”

“If you only kept to yourself. . .”

“I wanted to keep to myself.”

“You give people occasion. . .”

“Yes, now: I give them occasion now. . .”

“Oh, children,” said Auntie, “don’t quarrel. . . . There’s soesah enough, with that hor-r-rid article!”

Gerrit arrived:

“I thought I’d just look in, Mamma. . .”