"O Vrouw Van der Kloot," said Kat, "Kit says that if those St.
Nicholas dolls cost one cent apiece, he _thinks_ we could get two
for two cents. Do you think so?"

"Of course you can," said Vrouw Van der Kloot; and she winked at
the lady with the bread.

"But you've got two cents, and I've got two," said Kat to Kit.
"If you should get two Nicholas dolls, why, I should have my two
cents left; shouldn't I? Oh! dear, it won't come out right
anyway!"

"Let me think some more," said Kit; and when he had thought some
more, he said,

"I'll tell you what let's! You get two with your two cents, and
I'll get two with mine! And I'll give my other one to Mother and
you can give your other one to Father!"

"That's just what we'll do," said Kat.

They went back to Vrouw Van der Kloot.

"We'll take _four_ dolls," said Kat.

"Well, well, well!" said the Vrouw. "So you've figured it all
out, have you?" And she counted out the dolls--"One for Kit, and
one for Kat, and one for Father, and one for Mother, and an extra
one for good measure!"