Perry, and what that something was to be was a matter for
grave consideration.
However, with Miss Rose's help, the money was at last laid out on
some tea and some biscuits, and, greatest treat of all, a smoked
haddock, to make a feast for the tea which was to crown the end of
that glorious afternoon.
The tea and the fish and some of the biscuits were for Mrs. Perry,
and some of the biscuits were for Dick, as his share of the
rejoicing, but for Miss Rose Huldah had nothing, and that was the one
cloud on that happy, wonderful day. It was rather a big cloud, too,
for she did long to do something for her, to show how grateful she
was, and the thought of it kept her very quiet and grave for a part
of the drive home.
"Are you tired, brownie?" asked Miss Rose, presently, noticing her
silence.
Huldah looked up with grateful, happy eyes. "Oh no, miss. I am too
happy to be tired! and it's lovely to feel the warmth of my cloak
coming in to my shoulders. I think it is so beautiful. Do you like
it, miss?"
"Very much indeed, and I like to have our brownie in brown again; it
seems just right!"
Huldah laughed happily. "I wish"--she began, then stopped, as a
sudden idea flashed on her mind. Why, of course, she could be a real
brownie, and by getting up very early she could, without anyone's
knowing anything about it, make one of her prettiest and nicest
baskets for Miss Rose! Her spirits went up, and up with pleasure at
the thought all her gravity left her, and when at last they drew up
before the cottage in Woodend Lane, her face was one big radiant
smile.
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