No, not really forgotten.

That was what their smile meant.

They had decided to leave them there all by themselves.
Suddenly Lottie gave such a piercing scream that all of them jumped off the forms, all of them screamed too.

"A face--a face looking!" shrieked Lottie.
It was true, it was real.

Pressed against the window was a pale face, black eyes, a black beard.
"Grandma! Mother! Somebody!" But they had not got to the door, tumbling over one another, before it opened for Uncle Jonathan.