A DUTCH TREAT
BY AMY B. JOHNSON
“I’ve been crying again, father.”
“Have you, sweetheart? I’m sorry.”
“Father.”
“Yes, darling.”
“I don’t like Holland at all. I wish we had stayed in New York. And I would much rather stay in Amsterdam with you to-day than to go and see those horrid little Dutch children. I’m sure I shall hate them all.”
“But how about Marie? You want to see her, don’t you?”
“No. I’m very much annoyed with Marie. I don’t see why she could not have been contented in New York. After taking care of me ever since I was a baby, she must like me better than those nieces and nephews she never saw till yesterday.”