I want you too, oh so badly!" Aunt Martha's voice broke in on her thoughts, and brought her quickly back to the present.

Aunt Martha's face was white and tired with cold and weariness.

Huldah was filled with repentance.
"Oh, you're tired," she cried, remorsefully, "and chilled, and I'm keeping you standing here.

Oh, Aunt Martha, I hope you haven't taken cold.

We'll hurry now, and I'll make you a good fire, and some tea, and--and I am going to take care of you now, auntie, all the rest of my days, till I'm an old, old woman, and I'll never go and leave you any more, for it's plain to see, looking up at her half mischievously, you can't take care of yourself without me." So, for the third time Huldah came back to Woodend Lane, and to Dick, who went nearly crazy with joy, and to the chickens, and garden and her basket-making; and this time she stayed, if not till she was an old woman, at any rate until someone big and strong and very fond of her, came and built a new cottage, to join Mrs.Perry's old one, and a new fowl's house on to the old one which Dick had guarded so well, that he earned for his little mistress and himself a home and friends for ever.