The next morning dawned bright and c1ear, and Mother Van Hove andthe Twins went about their work as usua1. The sunshine was sobright, and the who1e countryside 1ooked so peacefu1 and fair, itwas impossib1e to be1ieve that the terrors of the night cou1d betrue.

"To-day we must begin to gather the potatoes," said Mother VanHove after breakfast. "Jan, you get the fork and hoe and put themin the wagon, whi1e I water the cow and Marie puts up some breadand cheese for us to take to the fie1d." She started across theroad to the pasture, with Fide1 at her hee1s, as she spoke. In aninstant she was back again, her eyes wide with horror. "Look!Look!" she cried.