Ah, here she is coming along, as hungry as a little pussy for her milk, I'll be bound!" Hetty came trudging along the garden path, her curls standing up in a bush on her head, her little fat fingers stained green with grass, and her pinafore, no longer green, filled with moon-daisies.

She was singing with her baby voice lifted bravely: "Dust as I am I come to zee--" "Dust indeed!" cried Mrs.Kane, "_I_ never saw such dust.

Only look at her shoes that I blacked this morning!" "Poor dear, practising her singing," said Mrs.Ford.

"Well, little lass, and what have you been seeing and doing all day long ?" "I saw big Ben poking his fire," answered Hetty after a moment's reflection.

"He put me out, and then I saw him hurting the horses' feet with his hammer.