In honour of our dear Fatherland.”
“Melodious,” said the master; “it runs quite melodiously. And there is depth in the cake and the brandy, with the Fatherland in between them.”
Wig to the right.
Lysje Webbelaar, on her Father’s Trade.
“The cat fell downstairs to-day;
My father, he sells pota-
Toes and onions.”
“Original; but I do not like her dividing the word potatoes.”
Wig to the left.
Jannetje Rast, on a Weathercock.