She said nothing, though, but, stepping delicately over the clean floor, made her way up the stairs alone to visit the invalid.
Huldah had washed the kitchen and the tiled path to the gate, and shaken the mats, and dusted the chairs and mantelpiece, and was sitting down to rest her hot and weary little body, before Miss Rose came down again.

When she heard the footsteps on the stairs she started up at once.
"Huldah, you are a veritable little brownie," said Miss Rose, "not only in appearance, but in everything." Huldah smiled, but looked puzzled; then she put her hands up to her cheeks.

"My hands is brown," she laughed, "but my face feels like fire." "You should not work so hard while the heat is so great.

In spite of your red cheeks, you are a real brownie.

Do you know what a brownie is ?" "No, miss," said Huldah, with a shake of her head.