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In idle curiosity and with the simplicity of perfectly bad manners, he took up the poet's papers and letters and perused them. As there were scraps of verse amid the mass, Pinchas let him read on unrebuked. 'You will talk to him, Kloot, he pleaded at last. 'You will save Ophelia? The big-nosed youth looked up from his impertinent inquisition. 'Rely on me, if I have to play her myself.
"O Kit," said Kat, "how splendidly you can think! Does it hurt you much? Let's ask Vrouw Van der Kloot." They went back to the good Vrouw, who was selling some coffee bread to a woman with a basket. "O Vrouw Van der Kloot," said Kat, "Kit says that if those St. Nicholas dolls cost one cent apiece, he thinks we could get two for two cents. Do you think so?"
'And you won't come back till rehearsals begin? 'Nup. 'Then I swear on my father's and mother's life! Pinchas departed gleefully, not knowing that Kloot was an orphan.
Oh!" cried Kit and Kat. "We're hungry yet! Can't we go now?" "No, not now," said Father. "We must do some work first." The Twins helped Father Vedder a long time. They learned to count ten and to do several other things. Then their father gave them the money for the cabbage and the ten onions they had sold to Vrouw Van der Kloot, and said,
'Silence, impudent-face! You are not talking to Radsikoff. I am a Poet, and I demand my rights. Kloot was silent from sheer surprise. Goldwater was similarly impressed. 'What rights? he observed more mildly. 'You've had your twenty dollars. And that was too much. 'Too much! Twenty dollars for the masterpiece of the twentieth century!
"Of course you can," said Vrouw Van der Kloot; and she winked at the lady with the bread. "But you've got two cents, and I've got two," said Kat to Kit. "If you should get two Nicholas dolls, why, I should have my two cents left; shouldn't I? Oh! dear, it won't come out right anyway!" "Let me think some more," said Kit; and when he had thought some more, he said, "I'll tell you what let's!
'The first dress-rehearsal, Kloot replied reassuringly. 'We don't trouble authors with the rough work. They stroll in and put on the polish. Won't you come on the stage? Unable to repress a grin of happiness, Pinchas stumbled through the dim parterre, barking his shins at almost every step. Arrived at the orchestra, he found himself confronted by a chasm.
"Is that ten?" Then Vrouw Van der Kloot counted them with Kat, very carefully. There were eleven, and so she gave back one. Then she gave Kat the money for the onions, and Kit the money for the cabbage. Father Vedder said, "Now Kit and Kat, by and by, when you get hungry again, you can go over to Vrouw Van der Kloot's stall and buy something from her. She keeps the sweetie shop." "Oh!
Hamlet's face grew as inky as his cloak. 'And what do you want? 'What do I want? repeated Pinchas, in sheer amaze. Kloot, in his peaked cap, emerged from the wings munching a sandwich. 'Sure, there's Shakespeare! he said. 'I've just been round to the café to find you. Got this sandwich there. 'But this this isn't the first rehearsal, stammered Pinchas, a jot appeased.
I'm a great stage-manager as well as a great poet. There shall be no more prompter. 'Indeed! Goldwater raised the eyebrow he was pencilling. 'And how are you going to get on without a prompter? 'Very simple a month's rehearsals. Goldwater turned an apoplectic hue deeper than his rouge. Kloot broke in impishly: 'It is very good of you to give us a month of your valuable time.
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