But ye've grown to be almost a daughter to us, Huldy.
God bless ye, child!" His voice faltered as he laid his other hand for a moment on the girl's fair head; then, turning hastily away, he took up his battered straw hat and went slowly out of the house, an older man, it might have been by ten years, than he had been the night before.
Right daughterly did Hilda show herself that day, and Faith herself could hardly have been more tender and helpful.

Feeling intuitively that work was the best balm for a sore heart, she begged for Nurse Lucy's help and advice in one and another item of household routine.

Then she bethought her of the churning, and felt that if this thing was to befall, it could not have better befallen than on a Tuesday, when the great blue churn stood ready in the dairy, and the cream lay thick and yellow in the shining pans.
"Well, that's a fact!" sighed Nurse Lucy.

"If I hadn't forgotten my butter in all this trouble! And it must be made, sorrow or smiles, as the old saying is.

Come with me, Hilda dear, if you will.