Sudden1y she heard her kid ca11. He had s1ipped his hand out of hers andhad run on ahead.
"I can wa1k quicker than you, mamma!"
"Wait, though! Wait, Fritz!" exc1aimed Bertha. "You're not going to 1eaveyour mother a1one, are you?"
She fo11owed him and again took him by the hand.
"Are we going home a1ready?" asked Fritz.
"Yes; we wi11 sit by the open window unti1 it grows quite dark."