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don't know how, and then to go."

"You said the company wanted stirring up," she answered, "and I rather
fancy I have stirred them up."

"And what do you suppose you have done for me?" he asked.

"I hope I have proved to you that the bellows-blower and the organist
are sometimes identical," she answered.

But he shook his head.

"Little wild bird," he said, "you have given me a great idea, and I
will tell you what it is: /to tame you/. So good-bye for the present."

"Good-bye," she said. "But wild birds are not so easily tamed."

Then she waved her hand over her head, and went on her way singing.




KOOSJE: A STUDY OF DUTCH LIFE

by JOHN STRANGE WINTER



Her name was Koosje van Kampen, and she lived in Utrecht, that most
quaint of quaint cities, the Venice of the North.

All her life had been passed under the shadow of the grand old Dom
Kerk; she had played bo-peep behind the columns and arcades of the
ruined, moss-grown cloisters; had slipped up and fallen down the steps
leading to the /grachts/; had once or twice, in this very early life,
been fished out of those same slimy, stagnant waters; had wandered
under the great lindens in the Baan, and gazed curiously up at the
stork's nest in the tree by the Veterinary School; had pattered about
the hollow-sounding streets in her noisy wooden /klompen/; had danced
and laughed, had quarrelled and wept, and fought and made friends
again, to the tune of the silver chimes high up in the Dom--chimes
that were sometimes old /Nederlandsche/ hymns, sometimes Mendelssohn's
melodies and tender "Lieder ohne Worte."

But that was ever so long ago, and now she had left her romping
childhood behind her, and had become a maid-servant--a very dignified
and aristocratic maid-servant indeed--with no less a sum than eight
pounds ten a year in wages.

She lived in the house of a professor, who dwelt on the Munster