My chair moves very easily,--only see!" She gave a little push, and propelled herself half way across the little room.
At this moment the inner door opened, and Mrs.Chirk appeared,--a slender, anxious-looking woman, with hair prematurely gray.

She greeted Hilda with nervous cordiality, and thanked her earnestly for her kindness to Zerubbabel.

"He ain't the same boy, Miss Graham," she said, "sence you begun givin' him lessons.

He used to fret and worrit 'cause there warn't no school, and he couldn't ha' gone to it if there was.
Pinkrosia learned him what she could; but we hain't many books, you see.
But now! why that boy comes into the house singin' and spoutin' poetry at the top of his lungs,--jest as happy as a kitten with a spool.

What was that he was shoutin' this mornin', Pinkrosia, when he scairt the old black hen nigh to death ?" "'Charge for the golden lilies! Upon them with the lance!'" murmured Pink, with a smile.
"Yes, that was it!" said Mrs.Chirk.