ket in a boat,
but it didn't seem queer at all to the Twins.

Your see, in Holland there are a great many canals. They cross the
fields like roadways of water, and that is what they really are. Little
canals open into big ones, and big ones go clear to the sea.

It is very easy for farmers to load their vegetables for market right
on a boat. They can pull the boat out into the big canal, and then away
they go to sell their produce in the town.

The canals flow through the towns, too, and make water streets, where
boats go up and down as carriages go here.

The Twins and their father worked like beavers, washing the vegetables
and packing them in baskets, until their good old boat was filled with
cabbages and onions and beets and carrots and all sorts of good things
to eat.

By that time it was nearly dark, and they were all three very hungry;
so they went home.

They found that Mother Vedder had made buttermilk porridge for supper.
The Twins loved buttermilk porridge. They each ate three bowls of it,
and then their mother put them to bed.

This is a picture of the bed! It opened like a cupboard right into the
kitchen, and it was like going to bed on a shelf in the pantry.

The very next thing the Twins knew, it was morning, and there was Vrouw
Vedder calling to them.

"It's market day, and the sun is almost up. Come Kit and Kat, if you
want to go with Father," she said.

The Twins bounced out like two rubber balls. They ate some breakfast
and then ran to the boat.

Father was there before them. He helped them into the boat and put them
both on one seat, and told them to sit still. Then he got in and took
the pole and pushed off.

Vrouw Vedder stood on the canal bank to see them pass.

"Be good children; mind Father, and don't get lost," she called after
them.

Kit and Kat were very busy all the way to town, looking at the things
to be seen on each side of the canal.

It was so early in the morning that the grass was all shiny with dew.
Black and white cows were eating the rich green grass, and a few
laborers were already in the fields.

They passed little groups of farm buildings, their red-tiled roofs
shining in the morning sun; and the windmills threw long, long shadows
across the fields.

The blue blossoms of the flax nodded to them from the canal bank; and
once, they saw a stork fly over a mossy green roof, to her nest on the
chimney, with a frog in her mouth.

They went under bridges and by