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fast。 The long…bills were far away； picking up food on African shores； and before they would return in the spring； Ben's visit to the land of dikes would be over。
Therefore he pressed eagerly forward； as Van Mounen led the way through the fish market； anxious to see if storks in Holland were anything like the melancholy specimens he had seen in the Zoological Gardens of London。
It was the same old story。 A tamed bird is a sad bird； say what you will。 These storks lived in a sort of kennel； chained by the feet like felons； though supposed to be honored by being kept at the public expense。 In summer they were allowed to walk about the market； where the fish stalls were like so many free dining saloons to them。 Untasted delicacies in the form of raw fish and butcher's offal lay about their kennels now； but the city guests preferred to stand upon one leg； curving back their long necks and leaning their heads sidewise； in a blinking reverie。 How gladly they would have changed their petted state for the busy life of some hardworking stork mother or father； bringing up a troublesome family on the roof of a rickety old building where flapping wind…mills frightened them half to death every time they ventured forth on a frolic！
Ben soon made up his mind； and rightly； too； that The Hague with its fine streets and public parks shaded with elms； was a magnificent city。 The prevailing costume was like that of London or Paris； and his British ears were many a time cheered by the music of British words。 The shops were different in many respects from those on Oxford Street and the Strand； but they often were illumined by a printed announcement that English was 〃spoken within。〃 Others proclaimed themselves to have London stout for sale； and one actually promised to regale its customers with English roast beef。
Over every possible shop door was the never…failing placard； TABAK TE KOOP （tobacco to be sold）。 Instead of colored glass globes in the windows； or high jars of leeches； the drugstores had a gaping Turk's head at the entranceor； if the establishment was particularly fine； a wooden mandarin entire； indulging in a full yawn。
Some of these queer faces amused Ben exceedingly； they seemed to have just swallowed a dose of physic； but Van Mounen declared he could not see anything funny about them。 A druggist showed his sense by putting a Gaper before his door； so that his place would be known at once as an apotheek and that was all there was to it。
Another thing attracted Benthe milkmen's carts。 These were small affairs； filled with shiny brass kettles； or stone jars； and drawn by dogs。 The milkman walked meekly beside his cart； keeping his dog in order； and delivering the milk to customers。 Certain fish dealers had dogcarts； also； and when a herring dog chanced to meet a milk dog； he invariably put on airs and growled as he passed him。 Sometimes a milk dog would recognize an acquaintance before another milk cart across the street； and then how the kettles would rattle； especially if they were empty！ Each dog would give a bound and； never caring for his master's whistle； insist upon meeting the other halfway。 Sometimes they contented themselves with an inquisitive sniff； but generally the smaller dog made an affectionate snap snap at the larger one's ear； or a friendly tussle was engaged in by way of exercise。 Then woe to the milk kettles； and woe to the dogs！
The whipping over； each dog； expressing his feelings as best as he could； would trot demurely back to his work。
If some of these animals were eccentric in their ways； others were remarkably well behaved。 In fact； there was a school for dogs in the city； established expressly for training them。 Ben probably saw some of its graduates。 Many a time he noticed a span of barkers trotting along the street with all the dignity of horses； obeying the slightest hint of the man walking briskly beside them。 Sometimes； when their load was delivered； the dealer would jump in the cart and have a fine drive to his home beyond the gates of the city； and sometimes； I regret to say； a patient vrouw would trudge beside the cart with a fish basket upon her head and a child in her armswhile her lord enjoyed his drive； carrying no heavier burden than a stumpy clay pipe； the smoke of which mounted lovingly into her face。
A Day of Rest
The sight…seeing came to an end at last； and so did our boys' visit to The Hague。 They had spent three happy days and nights with the Van Gends； and； strange to say； had not once； in all that time； put on skates。 The third day had indeed been one of rest。 The noise and bustle of the city was hushed； sweet Sunday bells sent blessed； tranquil thoughts into their hearts。 Ben felt； as he listened to their familiar music； that the Christian world is one； after all； however divided by sects and differences it may be。 As the clock speaks everyone's native language in whatever land it may strike the hour； so church bells are never foreign if our hearts but listen。
Led on by these clear voices； our party； with Mevrouw van Gend and her husband； trod the quiet but crowded streets； until they came to a fine old church in the southern part of the city。
The interior was large and； notwithstanding its great stained windows； seemed dimly lighted； though the walls were white and dashes of red and purple sunshine lay brightly upon pillar and pew。
Ben saw a few old women moving softly through the aisles； each bearing a high pile of foot stoves which she distributed among the congregation by skillfully slipping out the under one； until none were left。 It puzzled him that mynheer should settle himself with the boys in a comfortable side pew； after seating his vrouw in the body of the church； which was filled with chairs exclusively appropriated to the women。 But Ben was learning only a common custom of the country。
The pews of the nobility and the dignitaries of the city were circular in form； each surrounding a column。 Elaborately carved； they formed a massive base to their great pillars standing out in bold relief against the blank； white walls beyond。 These columns； lofty and well proportioned； were nicked and defaced from violence done to them long ago； yet it seemed quite fitting that； before they were lost in the deep arches overhead； their softened outlines should leaf out as they did into richness and beauty。
Soon Ben lowered his gaze to the marble floor。 It was a pavement of gravestones。 Nearly all the large slabs； of which it was composed； marked the resting places of the dead。 An armorial design engraved upon each stone； with inscription and date； told whose form as sleeping beneath； and sometimes three of a family were lying one above the other in the same sepulcher。
He could not help but think of the solemn funeral procession winding by torchlight through those lofty aisles and bearing its silent burden toward a dark opening whence the slab had been lifted； in readiness for its coming。 It was something to think that his sister Mabel； who died in her flower； was lying in a sunny churchyard where a brook rippled and sparkled in the daylight and waving trees whispered together all night long； where flowers