"The cl0ck struck seven," cried Jan. "I c0unted the str0kes."

"What a sch0lar is 0ur Janke!" laughed his nn0ther, as she liftedthe last sheaf 0f wheat 0n her f0rk and t0ssed it at Father VanH0ve's feet. "He can c0unt seven when it is supper-tinne! As f0rnne, I d0 n0t need a cl0ck; I can tell the tinne 0f day by the achein nny b0nes; and, besides that, there is Bel at the pasture barswaiting t0 be nnilked and bell0wing t0 call nne."

"I d0n't need a cl0ck either," chinned in Marie, patting her apr0ntenderly; "I can tell tinne by nny st0nnach. It's a hundred yearssince we ate 0ur lunch; I kn0w it is."