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Updated: May 25, 2025
It can be finished when your hand grows strong again." "Yes, but not for you, my lad. I must wait for the grandchildren. Why, you are nearly a man. Have you helped your mother through all these years?" "Aye and bravely," put in Dame Brinker. "Let me see," muttered the father, looking in a puzzled way at them all, "how long is it since the night when the waters were coming in?
The cordial appreciation with which "Hans Brinker" was first received has increased from year to year, until the original plates have become badly worn from constant use. The publishers have therefore reissued at half its original price their beautiful Holiday Edition, of which on its first appearance the Nation said: "We some time ago expressed our opinion that Mrs.
"He was dressed soft and fine as the prince himself. The watch was his own, clear enough." "How came he to give it up?" asked the dame, looking uneasily at the fire, for it needed another block of peat. "I told ye just now," he answered with a puzzled air. "Tell me again," said Dame Brinker, wisely warding off another digression.
Dame Brinker sat complacently knitting beside the bed, her husband was enjoying a tranquil slumber, and Gretel was noiselessly kneading rye bread on the table in the corner. The doctor did not remain long. He asked a few simple questions, appeared satisfied with the answers, and after feeling his patient's pulse, said, "Ah, very weak yet, jufvrouw. Very weak, indeed. He must have nourishment.
It was a peaceful, happy household whose main excitement during the past week had been the looking forward to this possible visit from Thomas Higgs. As soon as the grand presentation was over, Dame Brinker insisted upon giving her guests some hot tea; it was enough to freeze anyone, she said, to be out in such crazy, blustering weather.
Next she counted the windowpanes, broken and patched as they were, and finally, after tracing every crack and seam in the walls, fixed her gaze upon a carved shelf made by Hans. The shelf hung as high as Gretel could reach. It held a large leather-covered Bible with brass clasps, a wedding present to Dame Brinker from the family at Heidelberg. Ah, how handy Hans is!
Birmingham Higgs Higgs Birmingham." And seizing his hat from his mother and his skates from Gretel he rushed from the cottage. What could the boys think, but that the entire Brinker family had suddenly gone crazy! They bade an embarrassed "Good evening," and turned to go. But Raff stopped them. "This Thomas Higgs, young masters, is a a person."
Dame Brinker shook her head without turning her eyes from her husband's face. "I can watch, mother," urged Gretel, "and I'll wake you every time the father stirs. You are so pale, and your eyes are so red! Oh, mother, DO!" The child pleaded in vain. Dame Brinker would not leave her post.
"None other would have left his oars out that careless." "Aye, it was Jan's boat, sure enough. The man will be coming in to see me Sunday, likely, if he's heard, and young Hoogsvliet too. Where was I?" "Where were you? Why, not very far, forsooth the lad hadn't yet given ye the watch alack, I misgive whether he came by it honestly!" "Why, vrouw," exclaimed Raff Brinker in an injured tone.
Boekman, chancing to stop at the cottage, had given the idiot Brinker a tremendous dose of medicine, as brown as gingerbread. It had taken six men to hold him while it was poured down. After that he had turned and spoken beautifully to his wife and children. Dame Brinker had laughed herself into violent hysterics. Hans had said, "Here I am, Father, your own dear son!"
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