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You are so good," she went on, putting aside an interruption; "perhaps you do not know wickedness when you see it; you cannot distinguish between sin and sin; you are like those who would hang a man for stealing bread as soon as for killing a child. What! Are you indignant, Mevrouw, at such a charge?
And every morning, after Mevrouw Kink had brought in coffee, snorting whenever Trudi's hair caught her virtuous eye, or whenever the German drummer's widow struck her as being more foreign of manners and appearance than usual, Lady Hannah would call for her boots, attire herself as for a promenade outdoors, lift the corner of a blind, steal a glance at the seething, stenching single street of Tweipans between the slats of the green shutters, and unpin her veil and take off her hat without a word....
"Dear me," Mevrouw said once again, "how bad the rain must be for Joost!" Julia agreed, but reminded her also once again that it was possibly not raining in Germany. Mijnheer looked up from his paper to remark that the weather was very bad for the crops. "It is bad for every one," his wife rejoined; "but worse of all for you. You should be in bed.
He called to his wife: "See here," he said, "here is an English miss who would like an English holiday; when the workmen have theirs she shall have hers too, is it not so?" Mevrouw nodded, laughing. "But what will you do with it?" she asked. "I should go out," Julia answered; "if it is fine I should go out all day." "To the fair?" Mijnheer asked.
It was over this that they planned an expedition to the wood. No one knew quite who suggested it; when people all talk at once it is not easy to say who originates an idea; anyhow, it was agreed that the weather was so dry and the trees so lovely and Mevrouw so seldom went out. She really felt did she not? that she would enjoy making a small excursion, she was so wonderfully well for her.
There were six roots by this time; not so many as had been hoped and expected, it did not increase well, and was evidently going to be difficult to grow. "Would you like to know the name which it will immortalise?" the old man asked at last. "It is called Narcissus Triandrus Azurem Vrouw Van Heigen." "You named it in honour of Mevrouw, I suppose?" Julia said. "I did not; Joost did."
After dinner the father and son went to sit on the veranda, and Mevrouw helped Julia take the dishes into the white marble kitchen and the glasses into the little off-room. Later, Julia came to sit on the veranda, too it was somewhat stuffy being all closed in with glass windows. There they drank pale tea, the pot kept simmering on a spirit-stove, and read the foreign papers which had just come.
Denah explained all this as she set Mevrouw to work on the pattern; it was very intricate, quite exciting, because it was so difficult; the more excited the old lady became the more mistakes she made, but it did not matter; Denah was patience itself, and did not seem to mind how much time she gave.
Mevrouw did not read, she made tea and did crochet work, a strip like Vrouw Snieder's, only yellow instead of red. Julia, it is to be feared, did not try to master the pattern so kindly set right by Denah; she could not resist the breath from the outside world which the papers brought.
Julia said it was, and Vrouw Van Heigen added by way of apology for her, that she had been busy making a cool morning dress. "For yourself?" Anna asked. "Do you make your dresses?" "This is for Mevrouw," Julia answered; "but I can make my own."
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