I'm come from Mrs. Perry, in Woodend Lane.
She's ill in bed, and if it wouldn't be putting you out very much,
please would you come and see her, miss? She'd be very much obliged,
I was to say."
Miss Carew's quick sympathy was aroused at once.
"Mrs. Perry ill. Oh, I am so sorry! What has caused it, I wonder?
I hope she hasn't been out in the hot sun. I warned her not to."
"No, miss; 'twas last night that upset her, I think. Some fellows
came and tried to steal her fowls, and she was reg'larly frightened
she was, and I reckon she caught cold standing at the door in her
nightdress."
"Some men came stealing her fowls! Oh, how wicked!" Miss Rose's
cheeks flushed with indignation, and her soft eyes sparkled with
anger. "Did they take them all?"
"No, miss, they didn't get any. Dick frightened the thieves off,
just as they were going to open the door, and he bit their legs too.
I'll be bound they're lame enough to-day!" and Huldah chuckled aloud
at the thought, forgetting her shyness, and everything else but the
thieves.
Miss Carew gazed at her, frankly puzzled. Who was Dick? and who was
this funny little maid with the brown skin, brown hair, golden brown
eyes, the shabby brown frock, and battered old hat?
"Are you a young relative of Mrs. Perry?" she asked, gently.
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