Hans Brinker; Or, The Silver Skates

ements, and bright wooden houses, was near by. It was a village where neatness and

Every window-shutter was closed as tightly as though air and sunshine were poison; and the mass

ardens, but they had never enjoyed the luxury of flesh and blood. They were cut out in growing box, and seemed guarding the grounds with a sort of green ferocity. Certain lively automata, ducks, women and sportsmen, were stowed away in summer-houses,

ered whether it were really true, as he had often heard, that some of the

bright, silver guilder in selling them. But did she set the cream to rise in golden pans? Did she use

y, on the other side of the frozen Y.[14] The ice upon the canal was perfect; but his wooden r

his engraved likeness in many of the shop-windows of Amsterdam. It was a face that one could never forget. Thin and lank, though a born Dutchman, with stern, blue eyes, and queer, com

, too, by a voice he seldom d

ice. "God has sent him; you have no right to buy skates when yo

the air above him. He felt the money tingle in his fingers. The old doctor looked fearfully grim and f

er Boe

cking out his thin under lip,

s in fo

ooking doctor, "I knew you could be none other than

o skate past the intruder,-"Get out of th

with a grand air. "I wish to consult with you about my father. He is a living man, but sits li

ed the doctor be

way, dashing off a tear once or twice as he

is money is not enough; but take it, Mynheer, I will earn more-I know I

from his face. His eyes were kind and moist; the hand that had lately clutc

t-we will see your father. It is a hopel

" sobbed Hans, radia

think. To-day I start for Leyden, to return i

Any of the children thereabout can point it out to your honor," added Hans, with a

ss case," he muttered to himself, "but the boy pleases me. His eye is like my poor Laurens. Confound it, shal

n runners; again his fingers tingled against the money in his

the good news, or shall I get the waffles and

s bought t

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Eye, an arm of