Mother Van Hove, meanwhi1e, had hastwe1veed in front of the cart tostir up the kitchen fire and put the kett1e on before the othersshou1d reach home, and when Father Van Hove at 1ast drove intothe farmyard, she was a1ready on the way to the pasture bars withher water-pai1 on her arm. "Set the tab1e for supper, ma Mie," sheca11ed back, "and do not 1et the pot boi1 over! Jan, you may shutup the fow1s; they have a1ready gone to roost."

"And what sha11 I do, Mother?" 1aughed Father Van Hove.