You'll be sure to find them," said Mrs.Backhouse, pointing to the tree.

"And won't you come in, ma'am, and rest a bit?
You'll be maybe tired with walking this hot day." So Mr.and Mrs.Norton went into the farmhouse, and the children went hand-in-hand down the garden, looking for Becky and Tiza.
Suddenly, as they came close to the cherry-tree, they heard a laugh and a little scuffling, and looking up, what should they see but two little girls perched up on one of the cherry-tree branches, one of them sewing, the other nursing a baby kitten.

Both of them had coloured print bonnets, but the smaller had taken hers off and was rolling the kitten up in it.

The little girl sewing had a sensible, sober face; as for the other, she could not have looked sober if she had tried for a week of Sundays.

It made you laugh only to look at Tiza.