No sooner does the ice bear than the whole people begin to glide, and swirl, and live their lives to the poetry of motion.

The canals then become the real streets of Amsterdam.

A Dutch lady--a mother and a grandmother--threw up her hands as she told me about the skating parties to the Zuyder Zee.

The skate, it seems, is as much the enemy of the chaperon as the bicycle, although its reign is briefer.

Upon this subject I am personally ignorant, but I take that gesture of alarm as final.
And yet M.Havard, who had a Frenchman's eye and therefore knew, says that if Etna in full eruption were taken to Holland, at the end of the week it would have ceased even to smoke, so destructive to enthusiasm is the well-disciplined nature of the Dutch woman.
M.Havard referred rather to the women of the open country than the dwellers in the town.