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"I'm glad we're so good," said Kit. "When will he come to our house?" asked Kat. "Not until to-morrow," said Father Vedder. "But you must fill your wooden shoes with beans or hay for his good horse, to-night; and then perhaps he will come down the chimney and leave something in them. It's worth trying." Kit and Kat were in a hurry to get home, for fear the Saint would get there first.
Everything was ready for the St. Nicholas feast. The goose was nearly roasted, and there was such a good smell of it in the air! After a while there was a great stamping of feet at the door; and Vrouw Vedder ran with the broom to brush the snow off Grandfather and Grandmother, who had skated all the way from town, on the canal.
"Thou might have made it ten. There is one girl on thy list it would be better without." "Art thou thinking of Sunna Vedder, Mother?" "Yes, I am thinking of Sunna Vedder." "Well and good. But if Sunna is not here, Boris would feel as if there was no one present. It is Sunna he wants to see. It is Sunna he wants to please. He says he is so sorry for her." "Why?"
I understand that he was distinguished in his remote past as a prize-fighter, then as a Cockney coachman in London. Barrie and Mrs. James think him such a "quiet, nice man." It is not their business to judge character, luckily for their illusions. My opinion of Vedder who looks exactly like the frog footman in Tenniel's illustrations of "Alice in Wonderland" is that he's a smouldering volcano.
"There'll be plenty for both," said their mother. When she had finished milking, Vrouw Vedder shook out her skirts, put the yoke across her shoulders again and lifted the large pail of milk. She hung it on one of the hook and the brass milk can on the other. Kat took the small pail, and they started back home. The milk was quite heavy, so they walked slowly.
Once she had heard Vedder say that "horse racing produced finer and faster horses"; and she remembered well, that her father asked in reply, "If it was well to produce finer and faster horses, at the cost of making horsier men?" And he had further said that he did not know of any uglier type of man than a "betting book in breeches."
As he came along the road, all the people bowed respectfully; the little boys took off their caps, and the little girls bobbed a courtesy. Kit and Kat bobbed and courtesied too, and the Dominie smiled at them and laid his hand on Kit's head. "I wish he'd come to see us again," said Kit, after the Dominie had passed by. Father Vedder was pleased.
I opened it at once, and glancing at the signature discovered that it was from Mr. Vedder. "He said I'd probably find you at strike headquarters," remarked the boy. This was the letter: marked "Confidential." My Dear Grayson: I think you must be something of a hypnotist. After you left me I began to think of the project you mentioned, and I have talked it over with one or two of my associates.
Dost thou think that Christ loved Peter and Paul more than his mother? I know better. Please God thou wilt know better some day." "Churches are often called after Mary, as well as the saints." "Not in Scotland." "There is one in Glasgow. Vedder told me he used to hear Bishop Hedley preach there." "It is an Episcopal Church. Ask him about thy dream. No, I mean thy soul's experience."
He was stopping to light his pipe, when they reached him. "O Father!" said Kit and Kat both together. "May we go on the boat to market with you to-morrow morning? Mother said we might ask!" Father Vedder blew two puffs from his pipe without answering. "We'll help you load the boat," said Kit. "Yes," said Kat, "I can carry a cabbage." "I can carry two," said Kit. "We'll both be good," said Kat.
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