Koosje, who was very charitable, lifted a tray of large, plain buns, and was about to give her some, when her eyes fell upon the poor beggar’s faded face, and she exclaimed:
“Truide!”
Truide, for it was she, looked up in startled surprise.
“I did not know, or I would not have come in, Koosje,” she said, humbly; “for I treated you very badly.”
“Ve-ry bad-ly,” returned Koosje, emphatically. “Then where is Jan?”
“Dead!” murmured Truide, sadly.
“Dead! so—ah, well! I suppose I must do something for you. Here Yanke!” opening the door and calling, “Yanke!”
“Je, jevrouw,” a voice cried, in reply.
The next moment a maid came running into the shop.
“Take these people into the kitchen and give them something to eat. Put them by the stove while you prepare it. There is some soup and that smoked ham we had for koffy. Then come here and take my place for a while.”