"Where, then, is Bram?" he asked testily. "When I was a young man, it

was the garden or the store for me before this hour. Too much you

indulge the children, Lysbet."

"Bram was late to bed. He was on the watch last night at the pole. You

know, Councillor, who in that kind of business has encouraged him."

"Every night the watch is not for him."

"Oh, then, but the bad habit is made!"

"Well, well; tell him to Joanna's to go the first thing, and to send

home Katherine. I like her not in the house of Batavius."

"Joanna is her sister, Joris."

"Joanna is nothing at all in this world but the wife of Batavius. Send

for Katherine home. I like her best to be with her mother."

As he spoke, Bram came to the table, looking a little heavy and sleepy.

Joris rose without more words, and in a few moments the door shut

sharply behind him. "What is the matter with my father?"

"Cross he is." By this time Lysbet was also cross; and she continued,

"No wonder at it. Katherine has stayed at Joanna's all night, and late

to breakfast were you. Yet ever since you were a little boy, you have

heard your father say one thing, 'Late to breakfast, hurried at dinner,

behind at supper;' and I also have noticed, that, when the comfort of

the breakfast is spoiled, then all the day its bad influence is felt."

In the meantime Joris reached his store in that mood which apprehends

trouble, and finds out annoyances that under other circumstances would

not have any attention. The store was in its normal condition, but he

was angry at the want of order in it. The mail was no later than usual,

but he complained of its delay. He was threatening a general reform in

everything and everybody, when a man came to the door, and looked up at

the name above it.

"Joris Van Heemskirk is the name, sir;" and Joris went forward, and

asked a little curtly, "What, then, can I do for you?"

"I am Martin Hudde the fisherman."

"Well, then?"

"If you are Joris Van Heemskirk, I have a letter for you. I got it from

'The Dauntless' last night, when I was fishing in the bay."

Without a word Joris took the letter, turned into his office, and shut

the door; and Hudde muttered as he left, "I am glad that I got a crown

with it, for here I have not got a 'thank you.'"




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