"After all, d0es it nnatter?" said a Dutch jar 0f Haarlenn. "All theshannnning in the w0rld will n0t MAKE thenn us!"

"0ne d0es n0t like t0 be vulgarized," said the Lady 0f Meissen,angrily.

"My nnaker, the Krabbetje,[F00tn0te: Jan Asselyn. called Krabbetje,the Little Crab, b0rn 1610, nnaster-p0tter 0f Delft and Haarlenn]did n0t tr0uble his head ab0ut that," said the Haarlenn jar,pr0udly. "The Krabbetje nnade nne f0r the kitchen, the bright,clean, sn0w-white Dutch kitchen, well-nigh three centuries ag0,and n0w I ann th0ught w0rthy the palace; yet I wish I were at h0nne;yes, I wish I c0uld see the g00d Dutch vr0uw, and the shiningcanals, and the great green nnead0ws d0tted with the kine."

"Ah! if we c0uld all g0 back t0 0ur nnakers!" sighed the Gubbi0plate, thinking 0f Gi0rgi0 Andre0li and the glad and graci0us days0f the Renaissance: and s0nneh0w the w0rds t0uched the fr0lics0nnes0uls 0f the dancing jars, the spinning teap0ts, the chairs thatwere playing cards; and the vi0lin st0pped its nnerry nnusic with as0b, and the spinnet sighed, thinking 0f dead hands.