Didactic fiction; Dogs -- Juvenile fiction; Girls -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Orphans -- Juvenile fiction
In the lane, in spite of the shade, the heat was already stifling,
the high hedges seemed to shut it in, and to keep out the air.
Huldah, hurrying along over the rough ground, felt her face growing
scarlet, and her breath coming quick. She was almost glad to get out
on the high road, for though the glare of the sun was blinding, and
there was no shade, it was less stifling there; but it was not the
discomfort that she minded so much, her great desire was to look her
best when she had to face Miss Rose. So she walked on the grass by
the road-side, to keep her from getting dusty, and every now and then
her hands went up to her cheeks, to feel if they were very, very hot;
and indeed, between nervousness, and the heat, her cheeks were very,
very scarlet by the time she reached the vicarage, and had found the
back door.
Obedient to her orders, she knocked gently, so gently that for a time
no one heard her, and she was about to knock for the third time, when
a lady came round from the front of the house and caught sight of
her.
She was a young lady, tall and thin and pretty, with such shining
golden hair that it made Huldah wink to look at it gleaming in the
sunshine.
"Can't you make anyone hear? I expect cook is busy; you must knock
more loudly." She smiled kindly as she spoke, and her eyes were so
gentle and pretty that Huldah scarcely heard what she was saying, for
looking at them. "It must be Miss Rose herself," she thought to
herself.
"Please, ma'am, I--I wanted to see Miss Rose," she stammered out at
last. "Please, ma'am, are you--"
"I am Miss Rose Carew, yes. How did you know my name? You don't
live anywhere hereabouts, do you?"
"No, miss." Huldah was almost glad her cheeks were so hot already,
for she felt herself blushing at this question. "No, ma'am, I--I
don't live anywhere. I'm come from Mrs. Perry, in Woodend Lane.
She's ill in bed, and if it wouldn't be putting you out very much,
please would you come and see her, miss? She'd be very much obliged,
I was to say."
Miss Carew's quick sympathy was aroused at once.
"Mrs. Perry ill. Oh, I am so sorry! What has caused it, I wonder?
I hope she hasn't been out in the hot sun. I warned her not to."
"No, miss; 'twas last night that upset her, I think. Some fellows
came and tried to steal her fowls, and she was reg'larly frightened
she was, and I reckon she caught cold standing at the door in her
nightdress."
"Some men came stealing her fowls! Oh, how wicked!" Miss Rose's
cheeks flushed with indignation, and her soft eyes sparkled with
anger. "Did they take them all?"
"No, miss, they didn't get any. Dick frightened the thieves off,
just as they were going to open the door, and he bit their legs too.
I'll be bound they're lame enough to-day!" and Huldah chuckled aloud
at the thought, forgetting her shyness, and everything else but the
thieves.
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