to see you. Come in," said Tobias. "Good-evening, lad. Oh! it 's Lucas."
"Good evening, Tobias," said the young man. "Dolf has stayed behind with his comrades, so I brought Madame Puzzel."
"Come and have a drink, my son, then you can go back to Dolf."
Nelle now came forward.
"Good-evening, Madame Puzzel, how are you? Here is a chair. Sit down and warm yourself."
"Good-evening to you all," replied the fat little old woman. "So we are going to have christening sugar on board the Guldenvisch this evening. It's your first, is it not, Riekje? Come, Nelle, make me some coffee and give me some supper."
"Riekje," said the young boatman, "I brought Madame Puzzel because Dolf was dragged off by his comrades. He must not see you suffer. It is better not, so the others have carried him off to have a drink to give him courage."
"I shall be braver, too, if he is not here," replied Riekje, raising her eyes full of tears.
"Yes," said Nelle, in her turn, "it 's better for every one that Dolf should not be here."
Tobias then poured out a glass of gin and gave it to the man, saying:
"There's something for your trouble, Lucas. When you have drunk that, your legs will lengthen
