'Tis all take, with me, and no give, and I'm ashamed of it." Huldah felt some of the load slip off her spirits as she looked about her.

Here really was a home for Aunt Emma,--and now it rested with herself to make it as neat and comfortable and happy as a home could be.

She would keep it as clean as a new pin, and as pretty as lay in her power.

She tried to conquer her sadness by hard work, to put away her sorrow at leaving Aunt Martha and Dick and their happy life together.
"Brownies always go where there's most to be done, Miss Rose says, not where they'll be most comfortable," she said to herself, bravely, but her poor little face was very wistful.

A few days later, though, when, after a long day's work, she sat down and looked about her, she remarked cheerfully, "I don't think anybody can go on feeling very miserable when they've lots to do and somebody to take care of." A glow of pride warmed her heart, as she sat there drying her water-soaked hands, and glanced from the gleaming stove and fire-irons to the speckless window, and well-scrubbed table.
On the table stood a jar full of autumn flowers, and on the window-sill a box full of brown earth and little roots, double daisies, primulas, wallflowers.