that is better than ryspap."

"Nelle, let us do the same thing," said Tobias. "I delight to see them
so happy."

"Willingly," said Nelle. "Were we not the same in our own kissing days?"

"Ah! Nelle, they are always kissing days when there are two, and when
there is some little spot on earth where they can make a peaceful home."

Tobias kissed his wife's cheeks; then, in her turn, Nelle gave him two
big kisses which resounded like the snapping of dry firewood.

"Riekje," Dolf whispered, "I shall always love you."

"Dolf," replied Riekje, "I shall love you till death."

"I am two years older than you are, Riekje. When you were ten I was
twelve, and I think I loved you then, but not so much as now."

"No, dear, you have only known me since last May. All the rest is not
true. Tell me, Dolf, that all the rest is not true. I must hear it, that
I may love you without any feeling of shame." As Riekje leaned against
her husband's breast, she threw herself back a little, and it was
evident that she would soon be a mother.

"Come, children," cried maman Nelle, "it's time now to make the batter."

She reached down an iron pan, lined with shining white enamel, poured in
the flour, the eggs, and the milk. After turning up her sleeves over her