"Dead!" murmured Truide, sadly.

"Dead! so--ah, well! I suppose I must do something for you. Here Yanke!"
opening the door and calling, "Yanke!"

"_Je, jevrouw_," a voice cried, in reply.

The next moment a maid came running into the shop.

"Take these people into the kitchen and give them something to eat.
Put them by the stove while you prepare it. There is some soup and that
smoked ham we had for _koffy_. Then come here and take my place for a
while."

"_Je, jevrouw_," said Yanke, disappearing again, followed by Truide and
her children.

Then Koosje sat down again, and began to think.

"I said," she mused, presently, "_that_ night that the next time I
fell over a bundle I'd leave it where I found it. Ah, well! I'm not
a barbarian; I couldn't do that. I never thought, though, it would be
Truide."

"_Hi, jevrouw_," was called from the inner room.

"_Je, mynheer_," jumping up and going to her customers.

She attended to their wants, and presently bowed them out.