the good old windmills working away, who knows but the water
would get the best of us some day and cover up all our land!"

"Wouldn't the dykes keep out the sea?" asked Kit.

"Suppose the dykes should break!" said Father Vedder. "Even one
little break can let in lots of water. The dykes have to be
watched day and night all the time, and the least bit of a hole
stopped up right away, so it can't grow any bigger and let in the
sea."

"Oh dear," Kat said, "what a leaky country!"

She ran near the mill and let the wind from the fans blow her
hair and the white wings on her cap.

As the great fans swung near the ground, Kit jumped up and caught
hold of one. It lifted him right off the ground as it swung
around, and in a minute he was dangling high in the air.

"Jump, jump, quick," shouted Father Vedder.

Kit let go and dropped to the ground just in time. In another
minute he would have been carried clear over.

As it was, he sat down very hard on the ground, and had to have
the dirt brushed off of his Sunday clothes.

"I am surprised at you," Father Vedder said, while he brushed
him. "You are too small to swing on windmills, and besides it is