The Dutch Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins
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"Oh, our Twins! our Twins!" cried Kit and Kat. "Don't let Mevrouw
Holstein step on the Twins!" Father Vedder pulled out the box. Kit and Kat each took a duck and carried it out to the poultry house. "Twins are a great care," said Kit and Kat. "Now is the time to ask," whispered Kat to Kit, that night, when Father Vedder had finished his supper and was lighting his pipe. "You must ask very politely, just the very politest way you can." They went and stood before their father. They put their feet together. Kit made a bow, and Kat bobbed a curtsy. "Dear parent," said Kit. "That's a good start," whispered Kat. "Go on." "Well, well, what now?" said Father Vedder. "Dear parent, Kat and I are quite big now. I think we must be nearly four feet and a half high. Don't you think we are big enough to have skates this winter?" "So that's it!" said Father Vedder. Then he smoked his pipe again. "There was ice on the canal this morning," said Kat. |
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