You are the best secret-keeper I know, but I do wish you could tell me about this, Rob dear." She looked at the pretty basket with eyes full of tenderness and admiration.

"Dear, kind little brownie!" she whispered softly.
Later that day, Rob, still looking as though he did not know what a secret or a brownie was, trotted down Woodend Lane, and drew up as a matter of course before the cottage gate.

Indeed, his feelings would have been quite hurt if he had been told that he must not stop there, but must go further down the lane.
Huldah heard his steps, and saw him arrive, watched Miss Rose get down from the carriage and fasten Rob to the railings,--then, in a sudden access of shyness, flew out of the back door and down to the very bottom of the garden.
There Miss Rose found her, a few minutes later.

"Huldah," she said, smiling, her pretty blue eyes full of pleasure, and gratitude, and affection, "I found on Rob's back this morning, left there by the brownies, a basket so pretty and so dainty that everyone who has seen it wants one like it.

It was a brownie's basket, and as you are the only one of them that I know who can do work like it, I have come to bring you the order." "Oh!" gasped Huldah, forgetting her shyness in her delight.
"I am going to call them 'Brownie baskets,' to distinguish them from any others; but the reason shall be our secret, shall it not?
Thank you very, very much little brownie, for your sweet gift," and she stooped down and kissed Huldah on the forehead.
The child's eyes filled with tears, glad, grateful tears.