"Then show me your beautiful white teeth, Riekje, and turn round and smile at me."
"As you will, my Dolf, for all my joys and sorrows are yours. I have only you in the world."
"Since that is so, Riekje, I wish to be everything to you; your father, your husband, and your child. Tell me, Riekje, I am your baby, am I not? There will be two of us to love our mother."
Riekje took Dolf's head in her hands, and kissed his cheeks; she paused from time to time as one pauses when drinking sweet liqueur to enjoy the flavor, and then drinks again. Then she put her lips to his ear and whispered:
"Dolf, my darling Dolf, will you love it?"
Dolf raised his hand solemnly.
"I call God to witness, Riekje, I shall love it as if it were my own flesh and blood."
"Our lad has been lucky," said Nelle to her husband. "Riekje is a dear lass. She brought joy with her when she entered our house, Tobias."
"We are very poor, Nelle," he replied, "but old parents like ourselves can have no greater happiness than to see their children sitting round their fire in love with one another."
"They love one another as we loved, Tobias."
"You were then a pretty, fresh girl from Deurne, Nelle, with cheeks as red as a cherry and
