ul Brownie."
"Now when could she have brought that, and tied it there, I wonder.
Rob, you bad boy, why don't you tell me all about it? You know you
have been gobbling down sugar this morning, greedy little creature
that you are; but I should never have known it from you, if I hadn't
seen the crumbs. 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. "Oh, Miss
Rose," she exclaimed, "I am so happy, I don't know what to do; it is
all too lovely. I am always afraid I shall wake up and find it a
dream."

"It is no dream, brownie; so long as you go on trying to make others
happy you will find your own happiness is quite real. Happiness lies
in helping others and bringing sunshine into their lives. You will
have some disappointments. It will seem as though some people do not
want to be made happy, others would not admit it if they were.
Such people need a lot of patience shown them, but you must go on
trying. There is