"A blue one," she added, revelling in it, now it had come, "and a blue hat, too! Oh my!" She looked at Mrs.Perry with clasped hands and eyes full of rapture.

"I've never had a new frock or hat, not in all my life.
I suppose some people do ?" "Yes, some do," agreed Mrs.Perry, gravely.

Then a bright smile passed over her face, and her eyes lighted up almost as eagerly as Huldah's had, a moment before.

Miss Carew's pony-cart had come jingling down the lane, and had drawn up before the garden gate.
Huldah sprang forward gladly to open the door, but Mrs.Perry was at it first.

"I will go," she said, hastily, "I understand Miss Rose wants me." Huldah, puzzled and disappointed, did not move another step.
Through the open door she saw the dear fat pony, and longed to pat him; she saw Miss Rose smiling and talking, and longed to be there to receive one of her smiles.