Marken and its people : being some account written from time to time both during and after visits covering some considerable space of time ... . LE The Heer Pastoor stood on the step of thechurch watching his people wending their wayshomeward. His face was grave as he closed thedoor and we walked together. I spoke of the story he had told and his facelighted as he said, Ah, yes, Mynheer, it is oneof Hans Christian Andersens wonderful tales;I love them all. I tell them to my people, theyunderstand them. On the dike, before the houses, small boys andgirls, well bundled up with bright scarfs, wer
Marken and its people : being some account written from time to time both during and after visits covering some considerable space of time ... . LE The Heer Pastoor stood on the step of thechurch watching his people wending their wayshomeward. His face was grave as he closed thedoor and we walked together. I spoke of the story he had told and his facelighted as he said, Ah, yes, Mynheer, it is oneof Hans Christian Andersens wonderful tales;I love them all. I tell them to my people, theyunderstand them. On the dike, before the houses, small boys andgirls, well bundled up with bright scarfs, werebuilding snowmen or dancing merrily aroundthem, their shouts and laughter filling the of men comically dressed paraded armin arm, singing, from house to house. A com-pany of musicians played before the Koffij the bake shop, which was crowded with wide-eyed children, the Koek bakker set out rowsof gingerbread figures of fat men and womenwith bright red cherries as buttons on their jack-ets, and black currants for eyes. Everyone whocame by bought these cakes for the expectantchildren. Every purchaser got a present of six. ALWAYS KNITTING CHRISTMAS ON MARKEN 33 large buns covered with white sugar and dottedwith raisins. In the afternoon I was invited to an entertain-ment at the house of the Heer I arrived the house was filled in everypart, seemingly. The young ladies and Me-vrouw^e received me with great kindness. Arecital was taking place, and from the hallwayI could see into the living room, with its variedtreasures of brass and china. A tall, thin youngman, a student in the School at Amsterdam, itappeared, and a cousin of Mevrouwe, was re-citing a poem entitled The Aunts Spectacles/in which the said spectacles were described asenabling the person who wore them in an assem-bly to read their thoughts and to predict fromthem all that would happen in the coming young man addressed himself in turn tothose about him. In the heart of that
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