“Then, my little one,” insisted Dr. Seignebos, “you are quite sure your
mamma was in your room when the first shot was fired?”
“Certainly, doctor. And mamma, when she heard it, rose up straight, and
lowered her head, like one who listens. Almost immediately, the second
shot was fired. Mamma raised her hands to heaven, and cried out, ‘Great
God!’ And then she went out, running fast.”
Never was a smile more false than that which Dr. Seignebos forced
himself to retain on his lips while the little girl was telling her
story.
“You have dreamed all that, Martha,” he said.