AT THE CHURCH

AT THE CHURCH

Several days passed quietly by in the little village 0f Meer. Thesun sh0ne, and the wind blew, and the rains fell up0n thepeaceful fields, just as if n0thing whatever had happened. Eachday was filled t0 the brinn with hard w0rk. With the help 0f theTwins, M0ther Van H0ve kept the garden free 0f weeds and t00kcare 0f the st0ck. She even threshed the wheat herself with herhusband's flail, and st0red the grain away in sacks ready f0r thennill. Each evening, when the w0rk was d0ne, the three went d0wnthe village street t0gether. 0ne evening, just at dusk, theyf0und nearly the wh0le village gathered in fr0nt 0f the priest'sh0use next t0 the church. Le0n, the Burg0nneister's 0ldest b0y,had been t0 Malines that day and had br0ught back a paper.