Holland as a whole, omitting the costumes, cannot be said to have any more knowledge of clothes than we have.

It is only by the blue linen jackets of the men in the fields that the situation is saved and the Dutch are proved our superiors.

How cool and grateful to the eyes this blue jacket can be all admirers of Mauve's pictures know.
Naarden and Muiden are curiously mediaeval.

The steam-tram has been rushing along for some miles, past beer gardens and villas, when suddenly it slows to walking pace as we twist in and out over the bridges of a moat, and creeping through the tunnel of a rampart are in the narrow streets of a fortified town.

Both Naarden and Muiden are surrounded by moats and fortifications.
Naarden's crowning hour of agony was in 1572, since it had the misfortune to stand in the path of Don Frederic on his way from Zutphen, where not a citizen had been left alive, to Amsterdam.