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"And, Brinker," continued the doctor, "my son Laurens will need a trusty, ready man like you, when he opens his warehouse in Amsterdam, someone to oversee matters, and see that the lazy clowns round about the place do their duty. Someone to Why don't you tell him yourself, you rascal!" This last was addressed to the son and did not sound half as fierce as it looks in print.
"That is as good as a picture!" cried Dame Brinker, halting in admiration of the group. "Many a painting have I seen at the grand house at Heidelberg not a whit prettier. My two are rough chubs, Annie, but YOU look like a fairy." "Do I?" laughed Annie, sparkling with animation. "Well, then, Gretel and Hans, imagine I'm your godmother just paying you a visit. Now I'll grant you each a wish.
It is great and noble, not ugly! Pardon me, mynheer. It is not for me to speak so boldly." Dr. Boekman was evidently displeased. He turned his back on the boy and conferred aside with Laurens. Meanwhile the dame scowled a terrible warning at Hans. These great people, she knew well enough, never like to hear poor folk speak up so pertly. The meester turned around. "How old are you, Hans Brinker?"
Boekman took off his heavy coat, filled an earthen basin with water, and placed it near the bed. Then turning to Hans he asked, "Can I depend upon you, boy?" "You can, mynheer." "I believe you. Stand at the head, here your mother may sit at your right so." And he placed a chair near the cot. "Remember, jufvrouw, there must be no cries, no fainting." Dame Brinker answered him with a look.
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.
Hilda was reprimanded severely that day for returning late to school after recess, and for imperfect recitations. She had remained near the cottage until she heard Dame Brinker laugh, until she had heard Hans say, "Here I am, Father!" And then she had gone back to her lessons. What wonder that she missed them!
Thad's the topnotch cow-puncher between the Black Hills an' the Rio Grande, an' he comes all the way f'm Dakoty when he hears the yarn about Sunnysides. Thad gits fourteen men to help him round up the bunch, an' then he ropes the gold feller after a fight that's talked about yit in the San Luis. He ropes him. An' then what does Brinker do?"
That boy's thank-you," he added, nodding sidewise toward Hans, "was pay enough for me." "Like enough ye have a boy of your own," said Dame Brinker, quite delighted to see the great man becoming so sociable. Dr. Boekman's good nature vanished at once. "Do not think the vrouw meddlesome, mynheer," said Raff.
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The judges lean forward without seeming to lift their eyes from their watches. Cheer after cheer fills the air; the very columns seem rocking. Gretel has passed them. She has won. "Gretel Brinker, one mile!" shouts the crier. The judges nod. They write something upon a tablet which each holds in his hand.
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