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"I did not know, or I would not have come in, Koosje," she said, humbly; "for I treated you very badly." "Ve-ry bad-ly," returned Koosje, emphatically. "Then where is Jan?" "Dead!" murmured Truide, sadly. "Dead! so ah, well! I suppose I must do something for you. Here Yanke!" opening the door and calling, "Yanke!" "Je, jevrouw," a voice cried, in reply.
The next moment a maid came running into the shop. "Take these people into the kitchen and give them something to eat. Put them by the stove while you prepare it. There is some soup and that smoked ham we had for koffy. Then come here and take my place for a while." "Je, jevrouw," said Yanke, disappearing again, followed by Truide and her children. Then Koosje sat down again, and began to think.
"I said," she mused, presently, "that night that the next time I fell over a bundle I'd leave it where I found it. Ah, well! I'm not a barbarian; I couldn't do that. I never thought, though, it would be Truide." "Hi, jevrouw," was called from the inner room. "Je, mynheer," jumping up and going to her customers. She attended to their wants, and presently bowed them out.
In that shop was a handsome, prosperous, middle-aged woman, well dressed and well mannered, no longer Professor van Dijck's Koosje, but the Jevrouw van Kampen. Yes; Koosje had come to be a prosperous tradeswoman of good position, respected by all. But she was Koosje van Kampen still; the romance which had come to so disastrous and abrupt an end had sufficed for her life.
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