“I must get the mill stopped first of all!” she cried.
The little Dutch girl ran to the mill and tried to open the door. The wind held it back.
“Help me, Vevi!” she cried.
Both girls tugged at the door. Vevi lost her beanie again, and this time she did not try to save it.
Suddenly the mill door flew back, banging hard. The wind was so strong it nearly wrenched off the hinges.
Once inside the mill, the girls were protected. But it was frightening to hear the wild creak of the pulleys and the heaving and groaning of the great sails overhead.
“Oh, Hanny, I’m scared,” Vevi whimpered, huddling against a wall. “This old mill is about ready to blow over.”
Hanny was not as nervous as her little friend, for she had been inside the mill before on very windy days.
Quickly, she shot levers into place, locking the mechanism.
“There, I have stopped the mill from pumping!” she exclaimed.