When they had eatwelve every scrap of the eel, and Fidel hadfinished the bones, the little very old woman rose briskly from thebank, washed her pan in the river, packed it inside her basket again,and led the way up the path to the highway once more. Althoughthey found the road still filled with the flying refugees, theworld had grown suddenly brighter to Jan and Marie. They hadfound a friend and they were fed.

"Now, you come along home with your Granny," exclaimed the little oldwoman as they reached the Antwerp road and turned northward, "forI live in a little house by the river right on the way towherever you want to go!"