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"And it isn't as nice as it looks to walk on the tips of your toes. Jasper, do see those cunning little windows and those china images inside!" "It seems as if they were all windows," said Jasper, scanning the tiny panes shining at them from all the cottages. "Dear me, the Broek women have something to do, don't they, to keep everything so shiny and clean?" "Haven't they!" cried Polly.
The adroit Spinola, hurrying personally to the front, had caused such a clangor from all the drums and trumpets in Broek and its neighbourhood to be made as to persuade the restive cavalry that the whole force of the enemy was already upon them. The day was obviously lost, and Maurice, with a heavy heart, now him self gave the signal to retreat.
"You can't do that long," said Jasper, with a laugh for both, "and it wouldn't do any good, Polly, if you could, for these Broek women will have to come out and scrub up after us all the same." "I suppose they will," said Polly, with a sigh of relief, coming down on to the rest of her feet, which proceeding, Phronsie was very glad to copy.
Plague on people who can't see a traveler in comfortable lodgings, but they must whisk him off before one can breathe." "A lady in Broek, did you say?" "Yes." Very gruffly. "Any other business, young master?" "No, mine host, except that I and my comrades here would like a bite of something and a drink of hot coffee."
There is a sledge drawn by one poor horse, and on the front of it is a cask of water pierced with holes, so that the water squirts out and wets the stones, making it easier sliding for the runners. It is an ingenious people! After all, we drove out five miles to Broek, the clean village; across the Y, up the canal, over flatness flattened. Broek is a humbug, as almost all show places are.
Every Saturday Aunt Poot and her fat Kate go into that parlor and sweep and polish and scrub; then it is darkened and closed until Saturday comes again; not a soul enters it in the meantime; but the schoonmaken, as she calls it, must be done just the same." "That is nothing. Every parlor in Broek meets with the same treatment," said Lambert.
"Of course," assented Lambert, complacently, as if to say You could scarcely expect such general perfection anywhere else than in Holland. "But you will have all the more to tell Jenny when you go back." "Yes, indeed. I can say one thing if cleanliness is, as they claim, next to godliness, Broek is safe. It is the cleanest place I ever saw in my life.
Remember, now, I'm strictly quoting him: 'Blink Bonny is really ancient history she won the year poor old Dick Ten Broek tried so hard to have his American-bred ones carry off the blue ribbon of the turf. He didn't win it no American did until one of them had luck enough to try for it with something of Blink Bonny's blood.
The man looks cold. Give him more covering, something light and warm. Where is the boy?" "Hans, mynheer, has gone into Broek to look for work. He will be back soon. Will the meester please be seated?"
It was no slight thing to lose the credit of having skated all the way from Broek to the Hague and back again, but both agreed that Jacob should decide the question. Good-natured, tired Jacob! He read the popular sentiment at a glance. "Oh, no," he said in Dutch. "I was joking. We will skate, of course." The boys gave a delighted shout and started on again with renewed vigor. All but Jacob.
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