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Updated: June 19, 2025
She felt ashamed when she came down again and glanced askance at Doorke, who would think her so plain in her week-day clothes. The boy looked at her and said nothing; then he jumped into the cart and drove off slowly. Mother with Stanse and father with uncle came walking behind. It was still light; the evening was falling slowly, slowly, as though the daylight would never end.
Do you know what I'm going to do?" "No, Horieneke." "Listen, Doorke, I'll tell you all about it, but promise on your soul not to tell anybody: Bertje, Fonske and all the rest mustn't know." Doorke nodded. "Father wanted me to go into service down there, with all those wicked people.
And so, talking and listening, they came to the wood. It looked so pleasant under those pollard alders in the shade and farther on in the dark, among the spruces, where the light filtered through in meagre rays, after that long walk in the blinding sun. "Let's go in!" said Doorke and was on the point of going down the little path that ran beside the ditch, in among the trees.
Then she drew him closer to her and whispered: "Mother said I might stay at home and help her ... and afterwards, when I am grown up ... I shall become a nun, Doorke, in a convent; but first mother must get another baby, a new Horieneke.... And you?" The boy didn't know. "And you, Doorke, must learn to be a priest; then you and I will both go to Heaven."
Then they set out, amid the shouting and cheering of the boys running in front and behind: "Ready?" "Ye-e-es!" The dogs gave an angry jerk forward and the cart went terribly fast and Doorke clutched Horieneke with one hand and with the other warded off the hanging willow-twigs that lashed their faces. The sun had gone down and a red light was glowing in the west, high up in the tender blue.
Doorke did the same with the other dog and with the third; and they were now all three harnessed. Bertje took the cart by the shafts and drew it very softly, without a sound, under the windows and through the little gate into the road. The other boys bit their fingers, held their breaths and followed on tip-toe.
Then I cried for days and days and prayed to Our Lord; and mother told father that I was dying; and then she said that I might ... Try and guess, Doorke!" Doorke made no attempt to guess.
In front of them, Doorke, like a little black shadow, danced up and down in his cart to the jolting of the wheels as he jogged quietly along. The crickets chirped in the ditch; and from high up in the trees came the dying twitter of birds about to go to sleep. Father wanted to drink a parting glass of beer in the Swan; Doorke could drive along slowly. "Just five minutes then," said Petrus.
The other youngsters had now eaten their fill and began to feel terribly bored at table. Bertje gave Fonske a kick on the shin and they went outside together, whispering like boys with some roguery in view. Wartje, Dolfke and the others followed them outside. When it was all well planned, they beckoned behind the door to Doorke; and, when the little man came out at last: "Is it true, Doorke?
Petrus jumped nimbly out of the cart, ran along the shafts and led the team with a stylish turn out of the road, through the gate, into the little garden, where it pulled up in front of the door. The dogs stood still, panting and lolling out their tongues. Mother was there too and cried, "Welcome," and took Doorke under the armpits and lifted him out of the cart.
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