Saart.
It’s nothing. Only the wind.
Truus.
Now in Vlaardingen they have a tower and on the tower a lookout.
Marietje.
Same as at Maassluis.
Truus.
And this lookout hoists a red ball when he sees a lugger or a trawler or other boat in the distance. And when he sees who it is, he lets down the ball, runs to the ship owner and the families to warn them; that’s to say: the Albert Koster or the Good Hope is coming. Now mostly he’s no need to warn the family. For, as soon as the ball is hoisted in the tower, the children run in the streets shouting, I did it, too, as a child: “The ball is up! The ball is up!” Then the women run, and wait below for the lookout to come down, and when it’s their ship they give him pennies.
Clementine.
And then——