little window she could look right over the back garden, and away to
a great stretch of country beyond.

"I don't know what to do for a chest of drawers for you," said Mrs.
Perry, thoughtfully; "you ought to have something to put your clothes
in." But Huldah pooh-poohed the idea.

"Oh, I shan't want anything," she said, cheerfully; "you see I
haven't got any clothes."

"Ah, but wait," said Mrs. Perry, knowingly, then stopped abruptly,
and said no more. Huldah did not understand. "If I can sell some
baskets, I'll be able to get an apron or two," she said, gravely.
"I'd like fine to have some, but I could keep them on my chair."

Mrs. Perry smiled. "A box would be better. If I could get you a
nice big box, that would do for the time, wouldn't it?"

"Oh yes, that would do grand," agreed Huldah, readily, "but don't
you worry about it, ma'am. I've got to make my baskets first and
sell them, and then I'll have the aprons to make; there won't be any
need to worry till I've got them," she added, in her old-fashioned
thoughtful way. "Wouldn't it be lovely, ma'am," she added, a moment
later, "to have a new frock, a whole real new one?" It took a moment
for such a possibility to even enter her head. "A blue one," she
added, revelling in it, now it had come, "and a blue hat, too!
Oh my!" She looked at Mrs. Perry with clasped hands and eyes full
of rapture. "I've never had a new frock or hat, not in all my life.
I suppose some people do?"