ad of it since the day before the dear father was hurt--as you well
know, Hans."

"That I do, Mother," he answered sadly, "though you have almost pulled
down the cottage in searching."

"Aye, but it was of no use," moaned the dame. "'HIDERS make best
finders.'"

Hans started. "Do you think the father could tell aught?"

"Aye, indeed," said Dame Brinker, nodding her head. "I think so, but
that is no sign. I never hold the same belief in the matter two days.
Mayhap the father paid it off for the great silver watch we have been
guarding since that day. But, no--I'll never believe it."

"The watch was not worth a quarter of the money, Mother."

"No, indeed, and your father was a shrewd man up to the last moment. He
was too steady and thrifty for silly doings."

"Where did the watch come from, I wonder," muttered Hans, half to
himself.

Dame Brinker shook her head and looked sadly toward her husband, who sat
staring blankly at the floor. Gretel stood near him, knitting.

"That we shall never know, Hans. I have shown it to the father many
a time, but he does not know it from a potato. When he came in that
dreadful night to supper, he handed the watch to me and told me to take
good care of it until he asked for it again. Just as he opened his lips
to say more, Broom Klatterboost came flying in with word that the dike
was in danger. Ah! The waters were terrible that Pinxter-week! My man,
alack, caught up his tools and ran out. That was the last I ever saw of
him in his right mind. He was brought in again by midnight, nearly dead,
with his poor head all bruised and cut. The fever passed off in time,
but never the dullness--THAT grew worse every day. We shall never know."

Hans had heard all this before. More than once he had seen his mother,
in hours of sore need, take the watch from its hiding place, half
resolved to sell it, but she had always conquered the temptation.

"No, Hans," she would say, "we must be nearer starvation than this
before we turn faithless to the father!"

A memory of some such scene crossed her son's mind now, for, after
giving a heavy sigh, and flipping a crumb of wax at Gretel across the
table, he said, "Aye, Mother, you have done bravely to keep it--many a
one would have tossed it off for gold long ago."

"And more shame for them!" exclaimed the dame indignantly. "I would not
do it. Besides, the gentry are so hard on us poor folks that if they saw
such a thing in our hands, even if we to