of them," cried Polly. "Whatever can they be, Jasper?"

"Oh, those are the advertisements," said Jasper. "You'll find that
everything is plastered up in that way abroad."

"Just as the omnibuses in London are all covered over with posters,"
said Polly; "weren't they funny, Jasper?"

"Yes, indeed,--'Lipton Teas,'--I got so tired of that. And these,--cocoa
or chocolate. You know Holland is full of manufactories of it."

"And isn't it good?" cried Polly, smacking her lips, as she had feasted
on it since their arrival in Holland, Grandpapa considering it
especially good and pure.

"I should say so," echoed Jasper, smacking his lips, too.

"Dr. Fisher--" The parson turned to address his neighbour, but there
was no little doctor.

"Oh, he is off long ago," said his wife, "to his beloved hospital. What
is it, Samuel?"

"I was only going to remark that I don't believe I ever saw so many
people together before. Just look!" he pointed down to the Boulevard
and off to the sands along the beach.

"It is a swarm, isn't it?" said his wife. "Well, we must go, for Mr.
King is going down to the Boulevard."