Now it struck vague notes of old outgrown associations but called up no definite images.
"Where's Esther ?" he said.
"Esther," grumbled the grandmother, catching the name.

"Esther is with Dutch Debby.

She's always with her.

Dutch Debby pretends to love her like a mother--and why?
Because she wants to _be_ her mother.

She aims at marrying my Moses.