“Do you think I’m drunk?”
“Oh, no, no. Not at all!”
“Or crazy?”
“No, no!—Where can the doctor be so long!”
Two very similar shouts put an end to the strained situation.
“Thank God, there he is!”
“Thank God, there it is!”
One cry came from Dr. Holsma’s coachman, who was driving up hurriedly; the other cry meant that two boys, who were fishing in the ditch for frogs, had caught Walter’s cap.
Walter accepted his lost property without question or complaint; while Kaatje, with tears in her eyes, ran up to Dr. Holsma to explain what was the matter.
“Is it really so bad?” asked that gentleman presently.