Or else Constance would say, after dinner:
“I’m going to Granny’s: will you take me, Addie?”
But he was very just; it was Papa’s turn:
“Mummy, I was out with you this afternoon.”
“Well, what of that?”
“I’m going for a ride with Papa.”
Then she turned pale with jealousy:
“Oh, so you dole out your favours?”
He gave her a kiss, but she pouted, said she would go alone, in the Scheveningen tram, which would take her to Granny’s door. But he drew her down upon his little knees:
“Let’s play at sweethearts first, then.”
“No, let me go.”
But he held her tight and kissed her with very short, quick kisses.
“Let me go, Addie, I insist.”
But he kissed her with a rain of quick little kisses, which tickled her, till she smiled.
“Look pleasant now!”
“No, I won’t!”
“Come, look pleasant!”
“No, I won’t look pleasant!”
But she was laughing, saw that her jealousy was really too silly. . . .
And Van der Welcke, after dinner, was glad that
