"I hope not, my little girl," he smiled back, encouragingly; and
then Polly gave her messages, which now she managed easily
enough.

"There," broke in Miss Jerusha, "a cat can't sneeze in this town but
everybody'll know it in quarter of an hour."

And then Mrs. Henderson took Polly out to see a brood of new
little chicks, that had just popped their heads out into the world;
and to Polly, down on her knees, admiring, the time passed very
swiftly indeed.

"Now I must go, ma'am," she said at last, looking up into the lady's
face, regretfully, "for mammy didn't say I was to stay."

"Very well, dear; do you think you could carry a little pat of
butter? I have some very nice my sister sent me, and I want your
mother to share it."

"Oh, thank you, ma'am!" cried Polly, thinking, "how glad Davie'll
be, for he does so love butter! only"-- "Wait a bit, then," said Mrs.
Henderson, who didn't seem

to notice the objection. So she went into the house, and Polly went
down again in admiration before the fascinating little puff-balls.

But she was soon on the way, with a little pat of butter in a blue
bowl, tied over with a clean cloth; happy in her gift for mammy,
and in the knowledge of the minister being all well.