You have what is better than money.
You have a kind, willing heart, and a wise little head, and these are
of more value than money, for no money can buy them, but you have
given them both to us all this time, asking no return. And you know,
dear, brownies are always repaid in this way. You can soon pay for
these things, by taking care of Mrs. Perry, doing all you can to help
her, and making her happy and comfortable. Then, with your
basket-making you will be able to earn enough to clothe yourself in
the future, and perhaps help others as well. So don't cry, child,
but turn round and smile, and let us see how nice you look in one of
your new frocks."

Huldah swung round eagerly, her cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling
with happiness. "Oh yes, yes, so I can. I'll be able to help
by-and-by! Oh, Miss Rose, you are so kind to me, I don't hardly
know what to say, it seems as if it can't be real, its all too
beautiful."

"It isn't too beautiful, brownie. Life can be as beautiful as any
dream, even more so. It all depends upon ourselves, and what we make
it for each other."

"Oh, I will try to make it beautiful for those who are so good to
me," thought Huldah, with almost passionate determination, as she
arrayed herself in some of her new clothes; and her heart beat fast
and her spirits rose, as she dreamed beautiful dreams of her coming
life.

All this had happened the day before, and now Huldah stood in the
garden in her blue print frock and holland apron, her hair well
brushed and shining, her face full of sober gladness. On the line
hung the old brown frock, which had been washed and spread out to
dry.

"Life can be as beautiful as any dream, even more beautiful. It all
depends upon ourselves, and what we make of it for each other."
As she stood looking away from the garden to the quiet sunny stretch
of country beyond, the words echoed and re-echoed through her brain,
"What we make of it for each other."

"Why, of course," she thought to herself, "the world is just the
same, the sun and the breeze, the earth and the sky, just the same as
they were when I was living with Uncle Tom and Aunt Emma. 'Tis Miss
Rose and Mrs. Perry who have made it all seem so beautiful.
Just fancy two people making such a difference. I wish, oh, I wish I
could make something seem beautiful to somebody, just as they have
for me."

The busy hens had ceased their scratching, to gaze wonderingly at
the little blue figure standi