ll pail, and they started back home. The milk was quite
heavy, so they walked slowly.

They had crossed the bridge and were just turning down the road, when
what should they see but their old goose and gander walking along the
road, followed by six little goslings!

"O Mother, Mother," screamed Kat; "there is the old goose that we
haven't seen for so long! She has stolen her nest and hatched out six
little geese all her own! They are taking them to the canal to swim."

"Quick, Kit, quick!" said Vrouw Vedder. "Don't let them go into the
canal! We must drive them home."

Kit ran boldly forward in front of them, and Kat ran too. She spilled
some of the milk; but she was in such a hurry that she never knew it,
until afterwards, when she found some in her wooden shoes!

"K-s-s-s!" said the old goose; and she ran straight for the Twins with
her mouth open and her wings spread! The old gander ran at them too. I
can't begin to tell you how scared Kat was then! She stood right still
and screamed.

Kit was scared too; but he stood by Kat, like a brave boy, and shook
his willow switches at the geese, and shouted "Shoo! Shoo!" just as he
did at the flies.

Vrouw Vedder set her pails down in the road and came up behind,
flapping her apron. Then the old goose and the gander and all the
little goslings started slowly along the road for home, saying cross
words in Goose talk all the way!

Father Vedder was working in the garden, when the procession came down
the road. First came the geese, looking very indignant, and the
goslings. Then came Kit with the leaves all whipped off his willow
switches. Then came Kat with her pail; and, last of all, Vrouw Vedder
and the milk!

When the new family of geese had been taken care of, and the fresh milk
had been put away to cool, Vrouw Vedder got out her churn and scalded
it well. Then she put in her cream, and put the cover down over the
handle of the dasher.

"Now, Kit and Kat, you may take turns," she said, "and see which one of
you can bring the butter, but be sure you work the dasher very evenly
or the butter will not be good."

"Me first!" said Kat, and she began. Kit sat on a little stool and
watched for the butter.

Kat worked the dasher up and down, up and down. The cream splashed and
splashed inside the churn, and a little white ring of spatters came up
around the dasher. Kat worked until her arms ached.

"Now it's my turn," said Kit. Then he poked the dasher, and the cre