The visits of Minister Kraalboom were not less important. Johannes
saw, with amazement, that his aunt, at other times so stately and
estimable, now almost humbled herself in reverent and submissive
admiration. She treated this man, in whom Johannes could see no
more than a common, kindly gentleman, with a head of curling grey
hair, and with round, smoothly shaven cheeks, as if he belonged to a
higher order of beings; and the adored one accepted her homage
with candid readiness. The most delicious things the aunt had, in
fine wines, cakes, and liqueurs, were set before him; and, as the
minister was a great smoker, Daatje had a severe struggle with
herself after every visit, between her respect for the servant of the
Lord and her detestation of scattered ashes, stumps of cigars, and
tobacco-smelling curtains.
Once a week there was a "Krans," or sewing circle, and then came
Aunt Seréna's lady friends. They were more or less advanced in
years, but all of them very unprepossessing women, among whom
Aunt Seréna, with her erect figure and fine, pale face, made a very
good appearance; and she was clearly regarded as a leader. Puff-
cakes were offered, and warm wine or "milk-tea" was poured. The
aim of the gatherings was charitable. Talking busily, the friends
made a great many utterly useless, and, for the most part, tasteless,
articles: patchwork quilts, anti-macassars, pin-cushions, flower-pot
covers, picture frames of dried grasses, and all that sort of thing.
Then a lottery, or "tombola,"
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as it was called, was planned for.
Every one had to dispose of tickets, and the proceeds were given,
sometimes to a poor widow, sometimes to a hospital, but more
often, however, to the cause of missions.
On such evenings Johannes sat, silent, in his corner, with one of the
illustrated periodicals of which his aunt had a large chestful. He
listened to the conversation, endeavoring to think it noble and
amiable; and he looked, also, at the trifling fingers. No one
interfered with him, and he drank his warm wine and ate his cake,
content to be left in peace; for he felt attracted toward none of the
flowers composing this human wreath.