for another, Miss Rose might not find the basket for hours.
She was always so busy about the garden and Rob and the hen-houses
that she might not go to her room till quite late in the day.

No; Rob, they decided, must be the medium, and Huldah thrilled with
excitement.

When she went to bed that night, she was so full of fears that she
would not wake in good time in the morning that she tried to keep
awake all night. But, after a while the time seemed so long, the
night so endless, and the morning so far off, she longed to be able
to go to sleep, to bring it nearer more quickly, and while she was
wondering if the kitchen clock had really struck ten, or was it
really six, and time to get up, she fell asleep, and the next thing
she was conscious of was Mrs. Perry calling her, and the old clock in
the kitchen striking six as hard as it could strike.

"You dress and get ready, and I will light the fire," she said; and
when Huldah presently went downstairs, the kitchen was bright with
lamp and firelight, the kettle was singing gaily, and Mrs. Perry was
already warming the tea-pot.

By the time they had had their tea and Huldah was ready to start, it
was already growing light out of doors. The night had been cold, and
there was a thin layer of ice on the puddles in the road, and a
nipping little wind made Huldah glad to wrap her old shawl snugly
about her,--the shawl which Mrs. Perry had lent her, to save the new
cloak. Dick bounded along delightedly; it was not often now that he
had a walk at that hour of the morning, and he rejoiced in every inch
of it; though he was rather hurt when, on reaching the vicarage gate,