she sat leaning her head against the casement, she was suddenly startled by having two hands clapped over her eyes, and a voice whispering in her ear:
“Guess who it is!”
“Gysbert!” she exclaimed. “How didst thou get in?”
“Hush! I slipped in through the garden and climbed to my window up the rose-trellis. I did not want Vrouw Voorhaas to see my disguise, and have washed it all off and changed my clothes. Where is she?”
“In her room,” answered his sister, “and right anxious about thee, I can warrant! But tell me all about it, Gysbert!”
In hasty sentences the boy told her of his day’s adventures. She listened with breathless interest, and shuddered not a few times at the narrowness of his escapes. Then she recounted to him her own experiences, and told of Jan Van Buskirk’s illness and danger. When she had finished they sat together in the darkness for a long time with-
