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"I'm sure of it," she replied. "They had a son Lambert, and there's an L for Lambert and a B for Boomphoffen, on the back, though, to be sure, there's an odd J, too, but the meester can look for himself." So saying, she drew forth the watch. "L.J.B.!" cried Dr. Boekman, springing toward her. Why attempt to describe the scene that followed?
And Gretel had said, "Here I am, Father, your own dear Gretel!" And the doctor had afterward been seen leaning back in his carriage looking just as white as a corpse. A New Alarm When Dr. Boekman called the next day at the Brinker cottage, he could not help noticing the cheerful, comfortable aspect of the place. An atmosphere of happiness breathed upon him as he opened the door.
"Now," said Peter, drawing near Hans, both skimming the ice so easily and lightly as they skated on together that they seemed scarcely conscious of moving. "We are going to stop at Leyden, and if you are going there only with a message to Dr. Boekman, cannot I do the errand for you?
The poor boy seemed to feel sure that 'the meester' would hasten to save his father, but we, who know the gruff old gentleman better, may be confident he will do no such thing. Boekman certainly is. "You know, Mother," added Peter, "that I have always considered Sister van Gend's house as rather quiet and lonely, but I assure you, it is not so now.
Boekman, he will declare that she is the finest singer, the loveliest woman in Amsterdam. Ask Hans and Annie, they will assure you that she is the dearest sister ever known. Ask her husband, he will tell you that she is the brightest, sweetest little wife in Holland. Ask Dame Brinker and Raff, their eyes will glisten with joyous tears. Ask the poor and the air will be filled with blessings.
"Ah, mynheer, it is a sad case, but I have waited here too long. I am going to Leyden to see the great Dr. Boekman." "Dr. Boekman!" exclaimed Peter in astonishment. "Yes, mynheer, and I have not a moment to lose. Good day!" "Stay, I am going that way. Come, my lads! Shall we return to Haarlem!" "Yes," cried the boys, eagerly and off they started.
Poor little Gretel! Her home was sad and dark enough now. Raff Brinker lay moaning upon his rough bed, and his vrouw, forgetting and forgiving everything, bathed his forehead, his lips, weeping and praying that he might not die. Hans, as we know, had started in desperation for Leyden to search for Dr. Boekman and induce him, if possible, to come to their father at once.
He succeeded in obtaining permission to leave a note for the famous surgeon, or rather, he BOUGHT from his amiable landlord the privilege of writing it there, and a promise that it should be promptly delivered when Dr. Boekman arrived. This accomplished, Peter and Jacob returned to the Red Lion.
"Well he may, mynheer," cried the dame, "for only last night we found a thousand guilders that's been lost to us these ten years." Dr. Boekman opened his eyes. "Yes, mynheer," said Raff. "I bid the vrouw tell you, though it's to be held a secret among us, for I see you can keep your lips closed as well as any man." The doctor scowled. He never liked personal remarks.
"Very well, boy," replied Dr. Boekman with peculiar mildness. "Tell them, within, to say nothing of what has just happened. Meantime, Hans, when you are with his father, watch his mood. You have tact. At any moment he may suddenly be able to tell us more." "Trust me for that, mynheer." "Good day, my boy!" cried the doctor as he sprang into his stately coach.
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