CHAPTER IV.

THE KERMIS

"ISN'T it nice that Theodore has come in time for the Kermis?" said

Wilhelmina, as the cousins were packing the flowers into the big baskets

for the market, early one morning.

"What is a Kermis?" asked Theodore, all curiosity at once.

"It is a great fair, and generally lasts a week," said Pieter.

These fairs are held in many of the Dutch towns and cities. Booths are

put up in the Groote Markt and on the streets, where the sale of all

kinds of things is carried on. There are games and merrymakings, and

dances, and singing, and fancy costumes, and much more to make them

novel to even the Dutch themselves.

"There is to be a Kermis at Rotterdam shortly," said Pieter, "and the

father has promised to take us all."

For a time the children talked about nothing but the Kermis, until at

last the great day came, and they all found themselves on the train

which was taking them to Rotterdam.

As they drew near the city it was easy to see that everybody was going

to the Kermis, and was thinking of nothing else. The roads were crowded

with all kinds of queer vehicles and gay costumes. There were the big

country wagons, of strange shapes, and painted in bright colours. In

them were piled the whole family,--grandparents, mother, father, aunts,

uncles, and cousins. There were the dogs, too, drawing their little

carts, and trying to keep up with the big wagons, panting bravely along

with their tongues hanging out, as much as to say, "We are not going to

let the horses get there first, just because we are little."

There were men and women on bicycles,--the women with their caps and

streamers flapping in the wind like white wings, and their half-dozen

skirts filling out like a balloon, as they pedalled rapidly along.

It was just twelve o'clock as our party left the station, and the bells

were ringing gaily, which was the signal for the opening of the Kermis.

"My, but isn't this a jam!" gasped Theodore, who found himself wedged in

between the market-baskets of two fat Vrouws.

"It is, indeed," said Mynheer Joost, "and we must not lose sight of one

another. Now, Wilhelmina, you keep between Theodore and Pieter, while

the mother and I will go ahead to open the way."

There was no use trying to hurry,--Dutch folk do not hurry, even to a

Kermis,--so our party just let themselves be pushed slowly along until

they reached the Groote Markt.

Here things were really getting lively. All around the great square were

booths or stalls, where one could buy almost anything they were likely

to want. Flags were flying everywhere, and from booth to booth were

stretched garlands of flowers and streamers of ribbons. In the centre of

the market-square a band of music was playing, and couples were trying

to dance in spite of the rough cobblestone pavement and the jostling of

the crowd which was watching them.

"You can see now, Theodore, just how your Dutch cousins really look, for

there are folk here from all over the country, and all in their best

holiday dress," said Mynheer Joost. "That group of little girls, with

those high sleeves that come nearly to the tops of their heads, and with

extra large skirts, are from Zealand."

"I see a woman with two or three caps on her head, and a big, black

straw hat on top of them," said Theodore.

"She is from Hindeloopen; and there, too, are a number of fisherwomen,

wearing huge straw hats, which look like big baskets."

There were other women wearing beautiful flowered silk shawls, and the

sun glistened on the gold ornaments which dangled from their white caps

as their owners danced up and down between the long lines of booths,

holding each other's hands.

People were already crowding around the booths, buying their favourite

dainties to eat, which at once reminded the young people that they, too,

were hungry.

"What will you have, Theodore, 'poffertjes' or 'oliebollen'?" asked

Pieter.

"Oh, what names!" laughed Theodore. "How can I tell? Show them to me

first."

"Of course Theodore must eat the 'poffertjes,' for that is the real

Kermis cake," said Mynheer Joost, and led the way to a booth where a

woman with a big, flapping cap and short sleeves was standing, dipping

ladlefuls of batter from a big wooden bowl, and dropping them into

hollowed-out places in a big pan, which was placed on an open fire

before her.

As soon as they were cooked, another woman piled them nicely up, one on

top of another, with butter and sugar between, and, with a smile, set a

big plateful before the children, who made them disappear in short

order.

"Why, they are buckwheat cakes, just like ours at home!" said Theodore,

in the midst of his first mouthful; "and they are fine, too. Now let us

try the other thing with the funny name," he continued.

"There they are, in that box," said Pieter, as he pointed to some

fritters, made in the shape of little round balls.

"Oh, 'oliebollen' aren't half so nice as waffles; let us have them

instead," said Wilhelmina.

"I think I agree with Wilhelmina," said Theodore; "the 'oliebollen' seem

to be taking a bath in oil," he continued, shaking his head doubtfully.

"Oh, try one, anyhow," said Pieter. "You must not miss any of the Kermis

cakes."

"Well, they taste better than they look," said Theodore, as he swallowed

one of the greasy little balls.

"How would you like a raw herring, now, to give you an appetite for your

dinner?" asked Pieter, as they passed the fish-stalls, which were

decorated with festoons of fish that looked, at a little distance, like

strings of white flags waving in the breeze.

"Not for me, thank you," answered his cousin, "but just look at all

those people eating them as if they enjoyed them; and dried fish and

smoked fish, too, and all without any bread."

[Illustration: AT THE KERMIS]

After the waffles had been found and eaten, the young people became much

interested in watching a group of men trying to break a cake. The cake

was placed over a hollowed-out place in a large log of wood, and whoever

could break the cake in halves with a blow of his stick won the cake, or

what was left of it. The thing sounds easy, but it proved more difficult

than would have seemed possible.

"Let us eat an 'ellekoek' together, Pieter; there they are," and

Wilhelmina pointed to what looked like yards and yards of ribbon hanging

from one of the booths. The children forthwith bought a length, which

was measured off for them just as if it really were ribbon, and

Wilhelmina put one end in her mouth and Pieter the other end in his. The

idea is to eat this ribbon cake without touching it with the hands or

without its breaking. This Wilhelmina and Pieter managed to do in

spite of much laughter, and gave each other a hearty kiss when they got

to the middle of it.

"Well," said Theodore, "I should think that a Kermis was for the purpose

of eating cakes."

The market-place became gayer and gayer. A crowd of people would lock

arms and form a long line, and then go skipping and dancing along

between the booths, singing and trying to capture other merrymakers in

order to make them join their band.

"Look out, Theodore, or this line will catch you," laughed Pieter, who

jumped out of the way, pulling Wilhelmina after him.

The first thing Theodore knew, a gay crowd had circled around him and

made him a prisoner, calling out to him to come and keep Kermis with

them. But Theodore was not to be captured so easily; he had not become

proficient in gymnastics for nothing, so he simply ran up to a short

little fellow, and putting his hands on his shoulders, vaulted clean

over him, to the amazement of the crowd and the delight of the twins.

The fun lasted long into the night, but Mynheer Joost took his little

party to their hotel early in the evening, for the fun was growing

somewhat boisterous; besides, they had a long day ahead of them for the

morrow.

Mevrouw and Jan were going back by the train, but Mynheer and the

children had brought their bicycles with them, and were going to cycle

back a part of the way. The children were looking forward to this with

as much pleasure as they had to any feature of the Kermis. And so they

went to bed and dreamed of cakes, miles long, that wiggled about like

long snakes.

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