"There's one rose called 'Mr.Richardson,' another called 'Miss Perkins,' and another called 'Plain Homer,' and now there's 'Seven Sisters,' all with different names." Then she told him all about the toad, and the little story Miss Grace had read to her.

"And to-morrow I am to learn to knit, and soon I'll be able to knit your stockings, granp, and cuffs to keep your arms warm in winter, and a shawl for granny." "My!" exclaimed grandfather, with pleased surprise, "we shan't know ourselves, we shall be so warm and comfortable.

But don't you go overworking yourself, little maid." Jessie laughed gleefully.
She loved to think of all she was going to do for her grandfather and grandmother.
"Oh no," she said.

"You see, I am very strong, and I like to have lots to do." And "lots" she did do, in her staid, old-fashioned way.

"I don't know whatever I should do without Jessie," granny would often remark to grandfather as the months went by, and Jessie became more and more useful about the house.
"It puzzles me to know how we ever got on before she came," grandfather would answer; and, as time went by, and Jessie grew taller and stronger and more and more capable, they wondered more and more frequently how they could ever have managed without her.
Jessie, too, often wondered how she had ever lived and been happy without her grandfather and grandmother, and "Sunnyside Cottage," and the garden, and the flowers, and her own rose-bush.