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Bertha by Mary Hazelton Wade
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Bertha's mother had just come in from a hard morning's work in the
fields. She had been helping her husband weed the garden.

She spent a great deal of time outdoors in the summer-time, as many
German peasant women do. They do a large share of the work in
ploughing the grain-fields and harvesting the crops. They are much
stronger than their American cousins.

"Supper is all ready and waiting for you," said Bertha.

The little girl had prepared a dish of sweet fruit soup which her
mother had taught her to make.

[Illustration: Bertha's Home.]

"It is very good," said her father when he had tasted it. "My little
Bertha is getting to be quite a housekeeper."

"Indeed, it is very good," said her mother. "You learned your lesson
well, my child."

Bertha was quite abashed by so much praise. She looked down upon her
plate and did not lift her eyes again till Gretchen began to tell of
a new amber bracelet which had just been given to one of the
neighbours.

"It is beautiful," said Gretchen, quite excitedly. "The beads are
such a clear, lovely yellow. They look so pretty on Frau Braun's
neck, I don't wonder she is greatly pleased with her present."

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