And the new Hilda might eat her breakfast with a thankful heart, and did so.

The white rose nodded to her from the west window much more cordially than it had done the night before.

It even brought out a little new bud to take a peep at the girl who now smiled, instead of scowling across the room.

The vines rustled and shook, and two bright black eyes peeped between the leaves.
"Tweet!" said the robin, ruffling his scarlet waistcoat a little.

"When you have quite finished your worms, you may come out, and I will show you the garden.