You'll remember, won't you ?" "Yes, ma'am, I'll tell her you'm bad in bed." "I wish," began Mrs.Perry, then hesitated, her eyes glancing over the shabby little maiden standing by her bedside.

"I wish you weren't quite so--I wish you were a little tidier." Huldah flushed under her glance.

"My face and hands is clean," she said, shyly, "and I'll put the sweeping-brush over my hair--" Mrs.Perry smiled, in spite of herself.

"No, don't do that, child; take and use that one over there by the looking-glass; but 'twas your frock I was thinking about, and your apron is too ragged and dirty to see a lady in.

I don't suppose you could wear one of mine--it'd be too long, wouldn't it ?" "I'm 'fraid it would, ma'am, but I'll try, if you like." "There's one there on the chair by the door; hold it up against you, and let me see how it looks." Huldah took the apron shyly, and held it round her waist.