"I'll go with you," said Kit. "I don't want to any more than you
do."

So the Twins got down from the bench and went into the kitchen
where Grandmother and Vrouw Vedder were.

Their mother was spinning flax to make linen thread.

"Mother," said the Twins, "will you please excuse us from being
married."

"O my soul!" said Vrouw Vedder. She seemed surprised.

"We don't want to at all," said Kat. "We'd rather stay with you."

"You shan't be married until after you are four feet and a half
high and are called Christopher and Katrina anyway," said Vrouw
Vedder. "I promise you that."

The Twins were much relieved. They went out and fed their
ducklings. They felt so much better that they gave them an extra
handful of grain, and they carried a bun to Father Vedder, who
was hoeing in the farthest corner of the garden. He ate it,
leaning on his hoe.

When they went back to the house, it was late in the afternoon.
Grandmother was rolling up her knitting.

"I must go home to Grandfather;" she said. "He'll be wanting his
supper."