"Yes, some do," agreed Mrs. Perry, gravely. Then a bright smile
passed over her face, and her eyes lighted up almost as eagerly as
Huldah's had, a moment before. Miss Carew's pony-cart had come
jingling down the lane, and had drawn up before the garden gate.

Huldah sprang forward gladly to open the door, but Mrs. Perry was at
it first. "I will go," she said, hastily, "I understand Miss Rose
wants me."

Huldah, puzzled and disappointed, did not move another step.
Through the open door she saw the dear fat pony, and longed to pat
him; she saw Miss Rose smiling and talking, and longed to be there to
receive one of her smiles. She saw her too lifting boxes and bundles
out of the pony-cart, and piling them in Mrs. Perry's arms.

"Why can't I go out and help?" she asked herself. Everyone was out
there, even Dick, and she felt forlorn and left out. Then she saw
Miss Carew fasten the pony to the railings by his strap, and, picking
up the last of the boxes, follow Mrs. Perry up the garden.

"Good morning, brownie," she said, brightly, and her voice and smile
drove the "left out" feeling from Huldah's heart in a moment.

"I am trying to pretend to be a good fairy to-day, but I am too big
and clumsy for the part."

Huldah gazed wonderingly, not understanding.

"I wanted you to have some new clothes, brownie, so I waved my
wand,--and here they are."