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It is a mystery to me how the man gets on, but I am told that a foolish old vrouw in Amsterdam lent him a lot till she discovered but there, I don't talk scandal. And now," he added, changing his voice, "is this place private?" "Let's see," said Dirk, "they have cleared the things away, and the old housekeeper has tidied up my bedroom. Yes, I think so. Nobody ever comes up here after ten o'clock.
The latter were making such a hideous noise, that it seemed to point to remarkable staying powers on the part of the locusts, inasmuch as they still persisted in trying to gain a footing. But the Kaffirs cantered their steeds faster, and the noise waxed more hideous, and the fat vrouw continued to urge them to renewed and increased effort.
Then she tied a big apron over each of them and gave them each a bowl of bread and milk. While they were eating it, Father Vedder went out and looked at the pigs, and chickens, and ducks, and geese, and smoked his pipe. When he came in, Kit and Kat were quite ready. Vrouw Vedder had tied on Kat's little white-winged cap, and put Kit's hat on.
And she took her turn. Dash! Splash! Splash, dash! She worked away; and very soon, around the dasher, there was a ring of little specks of butter. "Come, butter, come! Come, butter, come! Some for a honey cake, and some for a bun," she sang in time to the dasher; and truly, when Vrouw Vedder opened the churn, there was a large cake of yellow butter!
I am moreover told that there is a little legendary book somewhere extant, written in Low Dutch, which says that the image of this renowned saint, which whilom graced the bow-sprit of the Goede Vrouw, was elevated in front of this chapel, in the center of what in modern days is called the Bowling Green on the very spot, in fact, where he appeared in vision to Oloffe the Dreamer.
Then he smoked his pipe again. "There was ice on the canal this morning," said Kat. "So you think you are big enough to skate, do you?" said Father Vedder, at last. Mother Vedder was clearing away the supper. "What do you think about it, Mother?" said Father Vedder. "They have been very good children," said the Vrouw. "There are the skates you and I had when we were children.
Alas! only with a dull stare. His vrouw turned toward him with a start, something like a blush rising to her cheeks, a questioning sparkle in her eye. The bright look died away in an instant. "No, no." She sighed. "He sees nothing. Come, Hans" and the smile crept faintly back again "don't stand gaping at me all day, and the new skates waiting for you at Amsterdam."
Indeed, when the vrouw's back was turned I managed to throw the most of it to Hans behind me, who swallowed it at a gulp as a dog does, since he did not wish to be caught chewing it. "God in heaven! how fast you eat, nephew," said the vrouw, catching sight of my empty tin. Then, eyeing the voracious Hottentot suspiciously, she added: "That yellow dog of yours hasn't stolen it, has he?
Also" this as an afterthought "he was a man of good family; you could see at a glance that he was of the aristocracy, while she is a paid companion to Vrouw Van Heigen; she could never before have met him." Denah, however, was not convinced; she only repeated darkly, "I mistrust her."
"Christopher and Katrina, but they call us Kit and Kat for short." It was Kat who said this. And Kit said, "When we are four feet and a half high, we are going to be called Christopher and Katrina." "Well, well, well!" said the large woman. "So you are! Now my name is Vrouw Van der Kloot. Are you helping Father?" "Yes," said the Twins. "We're going to help him sell things."
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