Huldah heard his steps, and saw him arrive, watched Miss Rose get
down from the carriage and fasten Rob to the railings,--then, in a
sudden access of shyness, flew out of the back door and down to the
very bottom of the garden.
There Miss Rose found her, a few minutes later. "Huldah," she said,
smiling, her pretty blue eyes full of pleasure, and gratitude, and
affection, "I found on Rob's back this morning, left there by the
brownies, a basket so pretty and so dainty that everyone who has seen
it wants one like it. It was a brownie's basket, and as you are the
only one of them that I know who can do work like it, I have come to
bring you the order."
"Oh!" gasped Huldah, forgetting her shyness in her delight.
"I am going to call them 'Brownie baskets,' to distinguish them from
any others; but the reason shall be our secret, shall it not?
Thank you very, very much little brownie, for your sweet gift," and
she stooped down and kissed Huldah on the forehead.
The child's eyes filled with tears, glad, grateful tears. "Oh, Miss
Rose," she exclaimed, "I am so happy, I don't know what to do; it is
all too lovely. I am always afraid I shall wake up and find it a
dream."
"It is no dream, brownie; so long as you go on trying to make others
happy you will find your own happiness is quite real.
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