"Oh, it's too much, it's too much, I can't take it all! I can't do
anything for anybody, and I can't pay for nothing. I haven't got any
money, and you mustn't give me such a lot--"

"Huldah, dear," said Miss Rose, softly, laying a gentle hand on the
little girl's shaking shoulders, "You have what is better than money.
You have a kind, willing heart, and a wise little head, and these are
of more value than money, for no money can buy them, but you have
given them both to us all this time, asking no return. And you know,
dear, brownies are always repaid in this way. You can soon pay for
these things, by taking care of Mrs. Perry, doing all you can to help
her, and making her happy and comfortable. Then, with your
basket-making you will be able to earn enough to clothe yourself in
the future, and perhaps help others as well. So don't cry, child,
but turn round and smile, and let us see how nice you look in one of
your new frocks."

Huldah swung round eagerly, her cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling
with happiness. "Oh yes, yes, so I can. I'll be able to help
by-and-by! Oh, Miss Rose, you are so kind to me, I don't hardly
know what to say, it seems as if it can't be real, its all too
beautiful."

"It isn't too beautiful, brownie. Life can be as beautiful as any
dream, even more so. It all depends upon ourselves, and what we make
it for each other."

"Oh, I will try to make it beautiful for those who are so good to
me," thought Huldah, with almost passionate determination, as she