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But that was long ago," he added, with a sigh, still looking at her dreamily. "Long ago; it's all gone now." "Not so, indeed," cried Dame Brinker eagerly. "Do you think I would let her forget it? Gretel, child, sing the old song thou hast known so long!"
The moon rose very late that night, shining in, full and clear, at the little window, but its beams did not disturb Raff Brinker. He slept soundly; so did Gretel. As for Hans and his mother, they had something else to do.
Mary Mapes Dodge's delightful children's story called 'Hans Brinker; or, The Silver Skates' deserved an entirely new dress, with illustrations made in Holland instead of America. The publishers have just issued an edition in accordance with this suggestion.
The coachman was now upon his box, gathering up the reins and grumbling at his horses. Janzoon accosted him. "I say. What's going on at the idiot's cottage? Is your boss in there?" Coachman nodded mysteriously. "Whew!" whistled Janzoon, drawing closer. "Old Brinker dead?" The driver grew big with importance and silent in proportion.
Beautiful ladies in princely homes often smile suddenly and sweetly, gladdening the very air around them, but I doubt if their smile be more welcome in God's sight than that which sprang forth to cheer the roughly clad boy and girl in the humble cottage. Dame Brinker felt that she had been selfish. Blushing and brightening, she hastily wiped her eyes and looked upon them as only a mother can.
"What do you think I'm standing here for, Raff Brinker, and my spinning awaiting, if not to hear more than that?" "I told ye all, long since," said Raff positively as he looked up in surprise. "Indeed, and you never did!" retorted the vrouw. "Well, if not, since it's no affair of ours, we'll say no more about it," said Raff, shaking his head sadly.
"Come in," stammered Dame Brinker, hastily trying to hide the watch in her bosom. "Oh, is it you, mynheer! Good day! The father is nearly well, as you see. It's a poor place to greet you in, mynheer, and the dinner not cleared away." Dr. Boekman scarcely noticed the dame's apology. He was evidently in haste. "Ahem!" he exclaimed. "Not needed here, I perceive. The patient is mending fast."
And, Hans Brinker, not as a reward, but as a gift, take a few of these guilders." Hans shook his head resolutely. "No, no, mynheer. I cannot take it. If I could find work in Broek or at the South Mill, I would be glad, but it is the same story everywhere 'Wait until spring'". "It is well you speak of it," said Peter eagerly, "for my father needs help at once. Your pretty chain pleased him much.
You may begin to feed the patient. Ahem! Not too much, but what you do give him let it be strong and of the best." "Black bread, we have, mynheer, and porridge," replied Dame Brinker cheerily. "They have always agreed with him well." "Tut, tut!" said the doctor, frowning. "Nothing of the kind. He must have the juice of fresh meat, white bread, dried and toasted, good Malaga wine, and ahem!
So he pushed back every feeling but joy as he saw father and son sitting side by side at his hearthstone. Meantime, Hans was wholly occupied in the thought of Thomas Higgs's happiness in being able to be the meester's assistant again, and Dame Brinker was sighing softly to herself, wishing that the lad's mother were alive to see him such a fine young gentleman as he was and wondering how Dr.
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