The enemy had marched out from Haarlem through the downs above Nordwyk, and it would have been an easy matter for the Britons to hold the strong position.
"Fine aid such helpers give!" cried Barbara indignantly.

"Let Queen Elizabeth keep the men on her island for herself, and send us the women." "Yet they are real sons of Anak, and bear themselves like trim soldiers," said the wife of the magistrate Heemskerk.

"High boots, doublets of fine leather, gay plumes in their morions and hats, large coats of mail, halberds that would kill half a dozen--and all like new." "They probably didn't want to spoil them, and so found a place of safety as soon as possible, the windy cowards," cried the wife of Church-warden de Haes, whose sharp tongue was well known.

"You seem to have looked at them very closely, Frau Margret." "From the wind-mill at the gate," replied the other.

"The envoy stopped on the bridge directly under us.