I wish, oh, I wish I
could make something seem beautiful to somebody, just as they have
for me."
The busy hens had ceased their scratching, to gaze wonderingly at
the little blue figure standing so still in the path near them.
Dick sat in front of her, and stared up at her with perplexed, uneasy
eyes. It was unlike his little mistress to be dressed as she was,
and to be so quiet. A little whimper of distress broke from him, he
could bear the silence no longer. The sound roused Huldah from her
reverie. "Why, Dick, what's the matter?" she cried, throwing her arm
round him, and kissing the top of his head. "Why, there's nothing to
fret about now, it's all lovely. You and me have got a home, and
we've got work to do, and oh, Dick, we've got to do a lot, to make up
for all that's been done for us; and we'll do it, won't we, old man!
We'll never mind what we do, as long as it's to help somebody."
Dick wriggled and wagged his tail in joyful assent, and barked
loudly, to show how much he appreciated the arrangement.
Mrs. Perry came to the door, looking down the garden, to see if they
were there. "Huldah," she called, "Huldah! I want you to go into the
village to get some tea; we have run out, and we want some sugar,
too."
Huldah turned and ran quickly into the house.
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