brownies, a basket so pretty and so dainty that everyone who has seen
it wants one like it. It was a brownie's basket, and as you are the
only one of them that I know who can do work like it, I have come to
bring you the order."

"Oh!" gasped Huldah, forgetting her shyness in her delight.

"I am going to call them 'Brownie baskets,' to distinguish them from
any others; but the reason shall be our secret, shall it not?
Thank you very, very much little brownie, for your sweet gift," and
she stooped down and kissed Huldah on the forehead.

The child's eyes filled with tears, glad, grateful tears. "Oh, Miss
Rose," she exclaimed, "I am so happy, I don't know what to do; it is
all too lovely. I am always afraid I shall wake up and find it a
dream."

"It is no dream, brownie; so long as you go on trying to make others
happy you will find your own happiness is quite real. Happiness lies
in helping others and bringing sunshine into their lives. You will
have some disappointments. It will seem as though some people do not
want to be made happy, others would not admit it if they were.
Such people need a lot of patience shown them, but you must go on
trying. There is always something to be done for someone. You must
come indoors, though, or you will be taking cold, and we cannot
afford to have that happen."

Huldah followed Miss Rose along the path, hardly conscious that her
feet touched the earth. Her heart was throbbing with joy, her eyes
were dancing. Dick followed his mistress, his tail wagging