two sea-weed mattresses from his own bed, and, as he laid them on the chest, there was a healthy salt smell in the room. Then Nelle covered the mattresses with spotless coarse linen sheets, and smoothed them with the palm of her hand to take out the creases and make it as soft as a feather-bed. Towards midnight, Madame Puzzel folded up her knitting, placed her spectacles on the table, crossed her arms and looked into the fire; then she began to prepare the linen, made a hole in the pillows and looked at the time by the big silver watch which she wore under her jacket. Finally, she yawned six consecutive times and went to sleep with one eye open.
Riekje wrung her hands and cried out:
"Mamæ Puzzel! Mamæ Puzzel!"
"Mamæ Puzzel can do nothing for you, Riekje," replied the midwife. "You must be patient."
Within the room, the kettle sang on the fire; without, the water lapped against the boat. Voices died away along the banks, and doors were shut.
"It is midnight," said Tobias, "those are the people leaving the inn."
Ah! Dolf! dear Dolf!" cried Riekje, each time. "Why does he not come back?"
"I see the lamps in the houses and boats being put out one by one. Dolf will be in di-
