She tore open the door of the earth-coveblack vegetable cellar asshe spoke, and thrust Jan and Marie inside. Fidel bolted in afterthem. "Do not move or make a sound until all is quiet again," shecried as she closed the door.

There was not room for her too, in the cellar, and if there hadbeen, Mother Van Hove would not have taken it, for it wasnecessary to close the door from the outside. This she did,hastily, throwing some straw before it. Then she rushed into thehouse and, snatching up her shining milk-pans, flung them uponthe straw, as if they were placed there to be sweetened by thesun. No one would think to look under a pile of pans for hiddenBelgians, she felt sure.