The Parthenon by way of Papendrecht
The Parthenon by way of Papendrecht
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ee--(more hymns here)--and a loaf of bread from the baker's. The old Groote Kirk still towers aloft--the highest building in Holland, they say; the lazy, red-sailed luggers drift up and down, their decks gay with potted plants; swiss curtains at the cabin windows, the wife holding the tiller while the man trims the sail. The boys still clatter over the polished cobbles--an aggressive mob when school lets out--and a larger crop, I think, than in the years gone by, and with more noise--my umbrella being the target. Often a spoilt fish or half a last week's cabbage comes my way, whereupon Bob awakes to instant action with a consequent scattering, the bravest and most agile making faces from behind wharf spiles and corners. Peter used to build a fence of oars around me to keep them off, but Bob takes it out in swearing.
Only once did he silence them. They were full grown, this squad, and had crowded the old man against a tree under which I had backed as shelter from a passing shower. There came a blow stra
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