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In those good old days when the Dutch held full sway, Cornelius van Tienhoven was the bookkeeper of the West India Company, and when he married the step-daughter of Jan Jansen Damen, the bride brought him as dower a slice of this forest. When, later, a clearing was cut through the wood it was called Tienhoven's Street.
The greyhounds were Damen and Garrett, with some others, and the hare was an older man, who leapt and bounded forward, faster than I should have thought any but a youth could run; but then he knew what men were after him, and that 'twas a race for life.
Yet Damen of Ringstave and some others of the landers' men, who made it their business to keep an eye upon him, said that he had been twice to Weymouth of evenings, and held converse there with Mr. Luckham of the Excise, and with Captain Henning, who commanded the troopers then in quarters on the Nothe.
"The chorus may wait," he said, "Look at your scores meanwhile, meine Herren, meine Damen and notice the marks! "Ah, Madame." A slim figure with a cloak about her shoulders, bareheaded, approached from the wings; her curls, cut short like a boy's, sparkled and gleamed. The Kapellmeister surveyed her coldly as she drew nearer, and then he turned and seated himself at the piano.
With a sly glance at Shirley, he added, "Your niece has been coaching me in metaphysics." Shirley shook her finger at him. "Now Jefferson, if you make fun of me I'll never talk seriously with you again." "Wie geht es, meine damen?" Shirley turned on hearing the guttural salutation.
Fraulein gently propelled her up the three steps into a compartment marked Damen Coupe. It smelt of biscuits and wine. A man with a booming voice came to examine her ticket. He stood bending under the central light, uttering sturdy German words. Miriam drank them in without understanding. He left the carriage very empty. The great bell was ringing again.
There were two or three guttural greetings "N' Morgen, Meine Damen...." A large limber woman met them in the front room with their bill and stood talking to Fraulein as the girls straggled out into the sunshine. She was wearing a neat short-skirted crimson-and-brown check dress and a large blue apron and her haggard face was lit with radiantly kind strong dark eyes. Miriam envied her.
With a sly glance at Shirley, he added, "Your niece has been coaching me in metaphysics." Shirley shook her finger at him. "Now Jefferson, if you make fun of me I'll never talk seriously with you again." "Wie geht es, meine damen?" Shirley turned on hearing the guttural salutation.
The young Herr had been much about with these American Damen, driving and walking with them, and sometimes dining or supping with them at their hotel, The Elephant. August had sometimes carried notes to them from the young Herr, and he had gone for the bouquet which the gracious Fraulein was holding, on the morning of the day that the American Damen left by the train for Hanover.
The young Herr had been much about with these American Damen, driving and walking with them, and sometimes dining or supping with them at their hotel, The Elephant. August had sometimes carried notes to them from the young Herr, and he had gone for the bouquet which the gracious Fraulein was holding, on the morning of the day that the American Damen left by the train for Hanover.
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