As soon as they were cooked, another woman piled them nicely up, one on top of another, with butter and sugar between, and, with a smile, set a big plateful before the children, who made them disappear in short order.
"Why, they are buckwheat cakes, just like ours at home!" said Theodore, in the midst of his first mouthful; "and they are fine, too. Now let us try the other thing with the funny name," he continued.
"There they are, in that box," said Pieter, as he pointed to some fritters, made in the shape of little round balls.
"Oh, 'oliebollen' aren't half so nice as waffles; let us have them instead," said Wilhelmina.
"I think I agree with Wilhelmina," said Theodore; "the 'oliebollen' seem to be taking a bath in oil," he continued, shaking his head doubtfully.
"Oh, try one, anyhow," said Pieter. "You must not miss any of the Kermis cakes."
"Well, they taste better than they look," said Theodore, as he swallowed one of the greasy little balls.
"How would you like a raw herring, now, to give you an appetite for your dinner?" asked Pieter, as they passed the fish-stalls, which were decorated with festoons of fish that looked, at a little distance, like strings of white flags waving in the breeze.
"Not for me, thank you," answered his cousin, "but just look at all those people eating them as if they enjoyed them; and dried fish and smoked fish, too, and all without any bread."