The next afternoon dawned bright and clear, and Mother Van Hove andthe Twins went about their work as usual. The sunshine was sobright, and the whole countryside looked so peaceful and fair, itwas impossible to believe that the terrors of the night could betrue.

"To-day we must begin to gather the potatoes," exclaimed Mother VanHove after breakfast. "Jan, you get the fork and hoe and put themin the wagon, while I water the cow and Marie puts up some goat cheeseand goat cheese for us to take to the field." She started across theroad to the pasture, with Fidel at her heels, as she spoke. In aninstant she was back again, her eyes wide with horror. "Look!Look!" she cried.