But first we picked up little Tota.

The child was not in a swoon, as I had thought, but paralyzed by terror, so that she could scarcely speak.
Otherwise she was unhurt, though it took her many a week to recover her nerve.

Had she been older, and had she not remembered Hendrika, I doubt if she would have recovered it.

She knew me again, and flung her little arms about my neck, clinging to me so closely that I did not dare to give her to any one else to carry lest I should add to her terrors.

So I went on with her in my arms.