It was Tiza running to the house.

Olly set out to run after her as fast as he could run, but he came bang up against his mother standing at the farmhouse door, just as Tiza got safely in and was seen no more.
"Ah, you won't catch Tiza, master," said Mrs.Backhouse, patting his head; "she's a rough girl, always at some tricks or other--we think she ought to have been a boy, really." "Mother, isn't Becky very nice ?" said Milly, as they walked away.

"Her mother lets her do such a lot of things--nurse the baby, and call the cows, and make pinafores.

Oh, I wish father was a farmer." "Well, it's not a bad kind of life when the sun shines, and everything is going right," said Mrs.Norton; "but I think you had better wait a little bit till the rain comes before you quite make up your mind about it, Milly." But Milly was quite sure she knew enough about it already to make up her mind, and all the way home she kept saying to herself, "If I could only turn into a little farmer's girl! Why don't people have fairy godmothers now like Cinderella ?".