Her sunbonnet had fallen back from her tousled curls, and the late afternoon sun streamed across her shining little face.
"Thank you, God," came in a happy whisper from the depths of a glad little heart.

"It's the nicest surprise you ever sent me, and I'm _so_ much obliged." Then Betty stood up and put on her sunbonnet.

The next moment she had scrambled over the sill, pulled the window down after her, and walked down the slanting board to the ground.

Catching Davy by the hand, and swinging it back and forth as they ran, she went skipping across the road regardless of the dust.

Down the lane they went, between the rows of cherry-trees; across the orchard and up the path.