station, supplied all that was necessary for Sunday.

It was great fun! For a whole week this young person danced about the
rambling old house, playing at being a servant. Then she began to grow
a little weary of it all. She had been accustomed, of course, to
performing such offices as all Dutch ladies fulfil--the care of china,
of linen, the dusting of rooms, and the like; but she had done them as
a mistress, not as an underling. And that was not the worst; it was when
it came to her pretty feet having to be thrust into klompen, and her
having to take a pail and syringe and mop and clean the windows and the
pathway and the front of the house, that the game of maid-servant began
to assume a very different aspect. When, after having been as free
as air to come and go as she chose, she was only permitted to attend
service on Sundays, and to take an hour's promenade with Dortje, who was
dull and heavy and stupid, she began to feel positively desperate; and
the result of it all was that when Jan van der Welde came, as he was
accustomed to do nearly every evening, to see Koosje, Miss Truide, from
sheer longing for excitement and change, began to make eyes at him, with
what effect I will endeavour to show.

Just at first Koosje noticed nothing. She herself was of so faithful a
nature that an idea, a suspicion, of Jan's faithlessness never entered
her mind. When the girl laughed and blushed and dimpled and smiled,
when she cast her great blue eyes at the big young fellow, Koosje only
thought how pretty she was, and it was must a thousand pities she had
not been born a great lady.

And thus weeks slipped over. Never very demonstrative herself, Koosje
saw nothing, Dortje, for her part, saw a great deal; but Dortje was a
woman of few words, one who quite believed in the saying, "If speech is