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That leaning figure gazing from it is a magnet. Hilda shoots past Katrinka, waving her hand to her mother as she passes. Two others are close now, whizzing on like arrows. What is that flash of red and gray? Hurrah, it is Gretel! She, too, waves her hand, but toward no gay pavilion. The crowd is cheering; but she hears only her father's voice, "Well done, little Gretel!"
"This is our birthday and I have brought you half of the presents which were given me! See?" and she piled the presents high upon the table. "I do not wish them!" said Matilda, frowning at her sister. But Katrinka could see that Matilda did wish them. "The presents were not for me, Katrinka!" she said. "Oh yes they are!" Katrinka replied. "They were given to me and I give them to you!
Peter felt rested in an instant. Rychie was there! Ludwig and Jacob nearly knocked each other over in their eagerness to shake hands with her. Dutch girls are modest and generally quiet, but they have very glad eyes. For a few moments it was hard to decide whether Hilda, Rychie, or Katrinka felt the most happy.
He had heard Rychie declare that it was "Disgraceful, shameful, too bad!" which in Dutch, as in English, is generally the strongest expression an indignant girl can use; and he had seen Katrinka nod her pretty head and heard her sweetly echo, "Shameful, too bad!" as nearly like Rychie as tinkling bells can be like the voice of real anger. This had satisfied him.
"I just wish you could take my place and know the happiness that is in my heart tonight," Katrinka smiled. "I just wish you could take my place and know the unhappiness that is in my heart tonight!" said Matilda, "You would see that a lot of children screeching about the house with all their presents could not bring me happiness!" Katrinka thought a moment, "I have it, Matilda!
Ludwig does not waken, but he moans in his sleep. Does not Carl hear it Carl the brave, the fearless? No. Carl is dreaming of the race. And Jacob? Van Mounen? Ben? Not they. They, too, are dreaming of the race, and Katrinka is singing through their dreams laughing, flitting past them; now and then a wave from the great organ surges through their midst. Still the thing moves, slowly, slowly.
"It will be such fun! And you must, too, Katrinka. But it's schooltime now, we will talk it all over at noon. Oh! you will join, of course." Katrinka, without replying, made a graceful pirouette and laughing out a coquettish, "Don't you hear the last bell? Catch me!" darted off toward the schoolhouse standing half a mile away on the canal.
One night while Matilda sat at her dark window looking across at Katrinka's house, she saw a crowd of people tip-toeing up to the stoop with baskets under their arms and flowers in their hands and when all had crowded upon the porch they stamped their feet and made a great noise. Matilda was very angry, but Katrinka ran laughing to the door and greeted all with her kindliest smile.
She loved their freshness and fragrance and the lighthearted way in which their bell-shaped blossoms swung in the breeze. Carl was both right and wrong when he said that Katrinka and Rychie were furious at the very idea of the peasant Gretel joining in the race.
Soon Katrinka, with a quick, merry laugh, shoots past Hilda, The girl in yellow is gaining now. She passes them all, all except Gretel. The judges lean forward without seeming to lift their eyes from their watches. Cheer after cheer fills the air: the very columns seem rocking. Gretel has passed them. She has won. "GRETEL BRINKER, ONE MILE!" shouts the crier. The judges nod.
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