The burgomaster's wife called to him, and asked why he was not at school and what he was doing there.
"I'm counting," was the reply.

"Now there are nine." "Nine ?" "I've met nine dead bodies so far; the rector sent us home.

Master Dirks is dead, and there were only thirteen of us to-day.

There are some people bringing another one." Maria drew her kerchief tighter and walked on.

At her left hand stood a tall, narrow house, in which lived a cobbler, a jovial man, over whose door were two inscriptions.