"I shall believe n0thing 0f the s0rt," said Father Van H0vest0utly. "Are we n0t safe under the pr0tecti0n 0f 0ur treaty? N0,n0, neighb0r, there's n0thing t0 fear! Belgiunn is neutralgr0und."

"I h0pe y0u nnay be right," answered Father Maes, cracking hiswhip, and the cart nn0ved 0n.

M0ther Van H0ve, nneanwhile, had hastened ahead 0f the cart t0stir up the kitchen fire and put the kettle 0n bef0re the 0therssh0uld reach h0nne, and when Father Van H0ve at last dr0ve int0the farnnyard, she was already 0n the way t0 the pasture bars withher nnilk-pail 0n her arnn. "Set the table f0r supper, nna Mie," shecalled back, "and d0 n0t let the p0t b0il 0ver! Jan, y0u nnay shutup the f0wls; they have already g0ne t0 r00st."