Chapter

 1 11|        are then to apprise the President of the Haarlem Society.
 2 21|     message to Haarlem, to the President of the Horticultural Society,
 3 21|       wonderful enough for the President to put himself to some trouble.
 4 22|      it. You will write to the President of the Horticultural Society,
 5 22|  flower once being seen by the President, and the protocol being
 6 22|    above all, Rosa, before the President has seen it, let it not
 7 22|       be lost in apprising the President." ~"And in apprising you.
 8 22|       as follows: -- ~"Mynheer President, -- The black tulip is about
 9 22| perfectly black; come, Mynheer President, come. ~"I have the honour
10 22|         What's the name of the President?" ~"Give me the letter,
11 22|      Systens, Burgomaster, and President of the Horticultural Society
12 24|       After which he wrote the President of the Horticultural Society
13 25|                        25. The President Van Systens~      Rosa,
14 25|       Mynheer van Systens, the President of the Horticultural Society
15 25|       in our description. ~The President was drawing up a report
16 25|      finest handwriting of the President. ~Rosa was announced simply
17 25|      sound, was unknown to the President, she was refused admittance. ~
18 25|   brutality. ~"Announce to the President," she said to the servant, "
19 25|   herself in the office of the President, Van Systens, who gallantly
20 25|      the black tulip." ~To the President of the Horticultural Society
21 25|    Burgomaster of Haarlem, and President of the Horticultural Society." ~"
22 26|          We must return to the President," she muttered. ~"Well,
23 26|        as a burgomaster and as President of the Horticultural Society. ~"
24 26|     know all about it from the President of the Horticultural Society." ~"
25 26|     said William dryly, to the President of the Horticultural Society. ~"
26 26|     Rosa and the pallor of the President, raised his head, and said,
27 27|     the congratulations of the President. ~"You, my child," William
28 27|           Then, turning to the President, he added, -- ~"You, my
29 30|     Orange at the house of the President van Systens. ~Rosa did not
30 31|       the festive dress of the President, who marched at the head
31 31| vindictiveness, was the honest President, who carried in his bosom
32 33|        fell at the feet of the President van Systens another man,
33 33|     neither the Prince nor the President seemed to mind it much. ~