102 THE LAND OF PLUCK

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“As yet all goes well in our little country, and I don’t
think we need have any fear of being swallowed up by the
ereat states that surround us.

“... And now, my dear L., it is really time to finish
this long letter. I think I never wrote such a long one
before... . Ens: M—.”

“ALL goes well in our little country.” Cheery words,
these, from a daughter of the race.

Long may all go well with sturdy, steadfast Holland,
girt with grim dikes higher than the tallest of its foes ;
the land of whirling sails and leaning seas; the great
little land of oddity, thrift, patriotism—and pluck !