"Go away!" she repeated, pale in the face, with wide eyes starting from her head in hatred.
"Klaasje!" cried Constance. "Stop that at once!"
Her voice rang harsh and loud through the room. The child looked at her in alarm, understood merely that Auntie was angry and burst into loud sobs.
"Oh, very well, I'll go and sit somewhere else!" said Mathilde, pretending indifference.
She got up and sat beside Emilie.
"Haven't you been out?" asked Emilie, gently, for the sake of saying something.
"Out? In this horrible weather? Where would you have me go?" asked Mathilde, coldly. "No, I've had two hours' sleep. Gerdy, have you any tea left for me?"
"Yes, certainly," said Gerdy, in a forced voice.
She poked the fire once more, fiercely.
"But, Gerdy, mind what you're doing!" cried Adeline, terrified, for the sparks were flying out of the hearth.
Gerdy bobbed up from among her skirts and began clattering with her tea-tray. Klaasje had ceased crying, had stopped the moment that Mathilde had moved and was now looking up at Aunt Constance and trying to take her hand again.
"No," said Constance, "you're naughty."
"No-o!" whined the little girl, like a very small child. "I'm not naughty!"
"Yes, you are. It's not at all nice of you to push Mathilde away. You must never do that again, do you hear?"
"Oh, let the child be, Mamma!" said Mathilde, wearily.
The child looked up at Constance with such an unhappy expression in her face that Constance put her hand on her head again; and, at once forgetting
