"Ha! ha!" laughed Janzoon to himself, "girls never say what they mean. I'll skate with her every chance I can get."
And so it came to pass that the pretty maid would not look up that morning when, skating homeward from Amsterdam, she became convinced that a great burly boy was coming down the canal, toward her.
"Humph! if I look at him," thought Annie, "I'll——"
"Good-morrow, Annie Bouman," said a pleasant voice.
[How a smile brightens a girl's face!]
"Good-morrow, Master Hans, I am right glad to meet you."
[How a smile brightens a boy's face!]
"Good-morrow again, Annie. There has been a great change at our house since you left."
"How so?" she exclaimed, opening her eyes very wide.
Hans, who had been in a great hurry, and rather moody, grew talkative and quite at leisure in Annie's sunshine.