Thenin those miniature houses there was a gradual animation, and the reappearanceof life that seemed to have slept for ages behind closed doors, awaiting onlythe coming of the pale young man with the accordion. Behind the windows therewas laughter on the faces j of young girls with their white headdressesdecorated with quaint spirals sticking out like antennae.
Allthe pretty girls of Veere were there behind their lace curtains, with mouthsagape like roses in ; a cloud of bees. Seeing them thus emerge out of the deepshadows and come, with fresh complexions, to their windows, I imagined these 1homes to be real dolls` houses brought to life by enchantment—the houses of allthe dolls of Veere, with their lovely bare arms tanned by the salt air, theirgreat bulged skirts, their little colored heads and eyes tinted like the sea.
Sothe musician went here and there through the streets, his wild airs j changingto sad and plaintive strains that brought tear