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[[left margin in red]] Veere [[/left margin]]
that continues to live the life of former centuries, [[red underline]] unconcerned about the hustle and bustle [[/red underline]] of other places. All its houses are old, except a very few newer ones being built in the field Along the quay there is a row of houses bearing dated of the [[red underline]] 15th & 16th centuries, which was the glory of Zeeland [[/red underline]] with its daring sea captains who made history. The most conspicuous house in the row is marked [[red underline]] 1561 [[/red underline]] and bears the inscription [[red underline]] "Schotsche Huys" [[/red underline]] and has a very quaint facade. It contains a [[red underline]] Museum of Antiquities [[/red underline]] some of them relating to the history of this country, others collected in many parts of the World by its seafearing men; also some ancient and some modern painting 
On writing my name & address in the large visitors book the [[red underline]] young lady [[/red underline]] who conducted me addressed me in [[red underline]] good English. [[/red underline]] I told her I was a [[red underline]] friend of Van Loon [[/red underline]] and forthwith she called an older lady probably her mother who also spoke excellent English and was the guardian of the Museum and had her own house adjacent to it They all were [[red underline]] eager to hear about Van Loon. [[/red underline]] and his new book. Said his house was for sale. If I wanted to see it it was only a few doors away. [[strikethrough]] Tl [[/strikethrough]] a door painted in violent bright blue. Inside the white walls [[strikethrough]] where [[/strikethrough]] were covered with endless overlapping 
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sketches of the same kind as the pen sketches in his book "Geography". 
[[left margin in red]] Middeburg [[/left margin in red]]
By this time the only afternoon motorbus for Middelburg was leaving, but by yelling and swaying arms I succeeded in making the driver stop. So got to [[red underline]] Middelburg, [[/red underline]] thence to the hotel [[strikethrough]] Britt [[/strikethrough]] [[red underline]] Britannia [[/red underline]] paid my bill there and got to Middelburg station in time to catch the [[red underline]] 6:30 P.M. express for Berlin. [[/red underline]] It was full daylight. The German who represented the [[red underline]] "Mitropa" [[/red underline]] which corresponds to our Pullman car system, had [[strikethrough]] been [[/strikethrough]] set apart an excellent 1st class sleeping compartment for me., with large plate glass windows permiting unobstructed view to landscape [[red underline]] Excellent food and drinks [[/red underline]] at reasonable prices, the [[red underline]] Pullman conductors of a much higher type than ours or those of the Wagon-Lits. [[/red underline]] 
[[left margin in red]] To [[red underline]] Berlin ! [[/red underline]] [[/left margin in red]]
Till about 10 P.M could follow the flat green well cultivated fields or meadows of the Dutch polders. - All well kept and prosperous looking. Clean painted farm buildings, and slick healthy looking cattle.
We [[red underline]] cross the German boundary at Oldenzeel, [[/red underline]] where we have custom inspection, also passport & declaration of money while [[red underline]] entering Germany because one cannot leave Germany with more than a couple of hundred Marks more than on entering [[/red underline]] 

Transcription Notes:
"polder" is a low-lying tract of land Oldenzeel is probably Oldenzaal, which is near the German border.