“Did you see, Pater; did you see?”
They were walking rapidly along the quay.
“Did you see? Sunlight Zeep!”
She listened to his slightly scuffling stride at her side.
Glancing up she saw his face excited and important. He was not listening. He was being an English gentleman, “emerging” from the Dutch railway station.
“Sunlight Zeep,” she shouted. “Zeep, Pater!”
He glanced down at her and smiled condescendingly.
“Ah, yes,” he admitted with a laugh.
There were Dutch faces for Miriam—men, women and children coming towards her with sturdy gait.
“They’re talking Dutch! They’re all talking Dutch!”