She saw her too lifting boxes and bundles out of the pony-cart, and piling them in Mrs.Perry's arms.
"Why can't I go out and help ?" she asked herself.

Everyone was out there, even Dick, and she felt forlorn and left out.

Then she saw Miss Carew fasten the pony to the railings by his strap, and, picking up the last of the boxes, follow Mrs.Perry up the garden.
"Good morning, brownie," she said, brightly, and her voice and smile drove the "left out" feeling from Huldah's heart in a moment.
"I am trying to pretend to be a good fairy to-day, but I am too big and clumsy for the part." Huldah gazed wonderingly, not understanding.
"I wanted you to have some new clothes, brownie, so I waved my wand,--and here they are." "New--clothes!" gasped Huldah, "for me!" She looked round, and caught sight of Mrs.Perry's face, wreathed in glad smiles.
"But I never have any, miss, I was telling Mrs.Perry so as you drove up.

Old ones is plenty good enough for me.

I should be afraid to wear new ones, for fear of spoiling them." "Then you must learn to, little brownie.