stand nothing. But it is my great hope that some day I shall study all about it, even though I never become a physician.”
While they were talking, Vrouw Voorhaas gathered up her work and without a word, left the room. No sooner had she gone than Gysbert leaned across the table, and spoke to his sister in a voice scarcely above a whisper:
“Jacqueline, now that Vrouw Voorhaas is out of the way, I want to tell thee several things, some of which I learned to-day. One thing I have fully made up my mind to do,—I am going to become a ‘jumper’!”
“A ‘jumper,’ Gysbert! And what may that be?”
“Why, I might as well begin at the beginning and explain it all,” he answered. “Thou knowest the siege has lasted now for over a month, and things are beginning to look black for us. There is no more bread in the city, and but very little of the malt-cakes on which we are all now living. Precious
