They pack the bulbs carefully. They sell them and make a great deal of money.
Bram’s father sails his barge on the canals to the tulip fields. Then Bram and Jan and Katrina and Kassie and Hilda and Karl help dig up the tulip bulbs. They put them in boxes on the barge.
They work busily all the long day.
“I wonder who will plant these bulbs?” asked Bram.
“Perhaps some boy in America,” answered Karl; “every year we send thousands of bulbs to America. The Americans love our Dutch tulips.”
When the sun is setting, they sail back in the big barge. Past the green meadows they sail, past the yellow and blue farmhouses with red tiled roofs.
They glide slowly along. The big barge makes pretty ripples in the smooth water.
They see the black and white cows waiting to be milked. They hear the cowbells tinkle. They see the Dutch boys and girls carrying water in big pails.