Mr.and Mrs.Ambrose set to work and John followed their example.

Even the prickly holly leaves were pleasant to touch and there was a homely joy in the fir branches dripping with half melted snow.
Before they had been at work very long, John was aware of a little figure, muffled in furs and standing beside him.

He looked up and saw little Nellie's lovely face and long brown curls.
"Can't I help you, Mr.Short ?" she asked timidly.

"I like to help, and they won't let me." "Who are 'they' ?" asked John kindly, but looking about for the figure of Nellie's mother.
"The schoolmistress and Mrs.Ambrose.They said I should dirty my frock." "Well," said John, doubtfully, "I don't know.

Perhaps you would.