"O Kit, she's given us one more!" said Kat. "Let's eat it right
now! Thank you, dear Vrouw Van der Kloot."

So they ate up the one more then and there, beginning with the
feet. Kit bit one off, and Kat bit the other; and they took turns
until the St. Nicholas doll was all gone.

Then they took the four others, said goodbye to the good Vrouw,
and went back to Father's stall. They found that Father had sold
all his things and was ready to go home.

They carried their empty baskets back to the boat, and soon were
on their way home. The Twins sat on one seat, holding tight to
their dolls, which were growing rather sticky.

The boat was so light that they went home from market much more
quickly than they had come, and it did not seem long before they
saw their own house. There it was, with its mossy roof half
hidden among the trees, and Vrouw Vedder waiting for them at the
gate.

Dinner was all ready, and the Twins set the four St. Nicholas
dolls in a row, in the middle of the table.

"There's one for Father, and one for Mother, and one for Kat, and
one for me," said Kit.

"O Mother," said Kat, "Kit can think! He thought just how many
dolls he could buy when they were one for one cent! Isn't it fine
that he can do that?"