"No. What should he have done? How am I to know what he does? He tells me nothing. Don't talk about it any more. Oh, God,--how much better it would be to be childless!"
"Oh, mamma, do you mean me?" said Hetta, rushing across the room, and throwing herself close to her mother's side on the sofa. "Mamma, say that you do not mean me."

Don't talk about it any more. Oh, God, how much better it would be to be childless!"
"Oh, mamma, do you mean me?" said Hetta, rushing to her mother's side. "Mamma, say that you do not mean me."
