would have been an ordeal she could scarcely have endured, if it had
not been that her thoughts were more occupied with her shilling than
with herself, for with it she was going to buy something to take home
to Mrs. Perry, and what that something was to be was a matter for
grave consideration.

However, with Miss Rose's help, the money was at last laid out on
some tea and some biscuits, and, greatest treat of all, a smoked
haddock, to make a feast for the tea which was to crown the end of
that glorious afternoon.

The tea and the fish and some of the biscuits were for Mrs. Perry,
and some of the biscuits were for Dick, as his share of the
rejoicing, but for Miss Rose Huldah had nothing, and that was the one
cloud on that happy, wonderful day. It was rather a big cloud, too,
for she did long to do something for her, to show how grateful she
was, and the thought of it kept her very quiet and grave for a part
of the drive home.

"Are you tired, brownie?" asked Miss Rose, presently, noticing her
silence.

Huldah looked up with grateful, happy eyes. "Oh no, miss. I am too
happy to be tired! and it's lovely to feel the warmth of my cloak
coming in to my shoulders. I think it is so beautiful. Do you like
it, miss?"

"Very much indeed, and I like to have our brownie in brown again; it
seems just right!"