CHAPTER III.
THE CITY.
It would seem strange to us to hear our native city called “the Boston,” and stranger still to hear the staid old capital called by more names than one.
Eric, and Allan, and Nettie were quite confused in the capital of Holland by the variety of names given it.
“Hague,” “The Hague,” and “La Haye” they had heard, but upon their arrival they found its inhabitants calling it “Gravenhaag,” which, Mrs. Hyde explained, meant “The Count’s Meadow.”
“What a comical place!” Nettie exclaimed, as they glided along through “canal streets” to the hotel. “Mamma, if our streets were like these, wouldn’t you fret for our precious necks every time we looked out of a window? And I don’t suppose you would ever let us go out to play, for fear we’d drown.”
“Still, it is very pleasant gliding under these shady trees; and if you look about, my dear, you will see there are also carriage roads, with sidewalks.”
“Yes,” said Eric; “we’ve passed several.”