Summary

Portrait of Mary Mapes Dodge Mary Mapes Dodge Hans Brinker, or The Silver Skates…

Peter turned pale! What was the matter with the people? Raff and Hans had started up and were staring at him in glad amazement. Gretel looked wild. Dame Brinker, with an unlighted candle in her hand, was rushing about the room, crying, "Hans! Hans! Where's your hat? Oh, the meester! Oh the meester!"
"Birmingham! Higgs!" exclaimed Hans. "Did you say Higgs? We've found him! I must be off."
"You see, young masters." The dame was panting, at the same time snatching Hans's hat from the bed, "you see--we know him. He's our--no, he isn't. I mean--oh, Hans, you must go to Amsterdam this minute!"
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Portrait of Mary Mapes Dodge Mary Mapes Dodge Hans Brinker, or The Silver Skates…

The doctor had already lifted his hat to go. With a beaming face he muttered something about its being just like the young scamp to give himself a rascally English name, called Hans "my son," thereby making that young gentleman as happy as a lord, and left the cottage with very little ceremony, considering what a great meester he was.
The grumbling coachman comforted himself by speaking his mind as he drove back to Amsterdam.
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