134 Hans Brinker

«“ Look!” almost screamed Ben. “ There ss a white cushion
at the door of that double-jointed house with the funny roof!”

“T don’t see any house with a funny roof.”

“ Oh, of course not!” said Ben. “I forget you’re a native.
But all the roofs are queer to me, for that matter. I mean the
house next to that green
building.”

“True enough, there’s
a girl | I tell you what,
captain,” called out Lam-
bert, slipping easily into
Dutch, “we must get
out of this street as soon
as possible. It’s full of
babies. They ’ll set up
a squall in a moment.”

The captain laughed.
“T shall take you to hear
better music than that,”
he said. ‘¢ We are just

 

in time to hear the or-
gan of St. Bavon. ‘The
church is open to-day.”

“< What, the great Haarlem organ?” asked Ben. “ That
will be a treat indeed. I have often read of it, with its tre-
mendous pipes, and its Yox Humana, that sounds like a giant

‘© THERE IS A WHITE CUSHION.””

singing.”

“ The same,” answered Lambert van Mounen.

Peter was right. The church was open, though not for
religious services. Some one was playing upon the organ. As

1 An organ-stop which produces an effect resembling the, human voice.