Walter had never had religious things opened up to him so delightfully. He felt encouraged to speak:
“M’neer, I would like to know who God is!”
Father Jansen started, and looked at Walter as if he hadn’t clearly understood the question.
“Yes—that’s very praiseworthy in you. You must——”
“But, father,” cried Mrs. Claus, “the child isn’t in the church! Are you?”—to Walter.
“Yes, Juffrouw, I have been confirmed.”
“To be sure, to be sure, but——”
“On the Noordermarkt!”
“Well, you see he’s in the church all right.”
The good woman didn’t have the heart—or else she had too much heart—to tell the father that it wasn’t the right church.