Ha! Ha! laughed Janzoon to himself. Girls never say what they mean. I'll skate with her every chance I can get.
And so it came to pass that the pretty maid would not look up that morning when, skating homeward from Amsterdam, she became convinced that a great burly boy was coming down the canal toward her.
Humph! if I look at him, thought Annie, I'll--
"Good morrow, Annie Bouman," said a pleasant voice.
How a smile brightens a girl's face!
"Good morrow, Master Hans, I am right glad to meet you."
How a smile brightens a boy's face!
"Good morrow, again, Annie. There has been a great change at our house since you left."