They were fond of Doddie there: she would have a better time than at Labuwangi.
But, when they looked more closely, they saw that it was Doddie.
Doddie, her little mouth still pouting and sulky, kissed mamma.
Until now, Doddie had always been very fond of Léonie, instinctively.
Doddie,” asked Van Oudijck, “who was with you at the gate just now?
