“How did she do that?” cried Vevi in admiration. “Why, she didn’t even slow down when she went through the doorway!”
“I never saw her slip off her shoes,” added Jane. “She did it in a flash.”
“Hanny learned that trick when she was very young,” Peter chuckled. “She did not like to take time to remove her shoes before entering the house, so she learned to take them off on the fly.”
Hanny only stayed in the cheese house a moment. Soon she came out to pick up her shoes again.
“Let me see if I can do that!” cried Vevi.
Hanny gave her the shoes, putting on her leather ones again.
“I like these American shoes much better,” she said. “Wooden shoes are clumsy.”
Vevi slipped into the sabots. She took four little choppy steps and then one of the shoes sailed off.
“I can’t run in them at all,” Vevi said, very much discouraged.
She went after the shoe which had rolled down a slope toward the canal. Hanny skipped after her to the water’s edge.